(no, its ok. I get the low inspiration bit. I was just teasing, dont push yourself. ALthough, if you could avoid one liners where your character is silent, I'd appreciate it. That gives me nothing to work with, know what I mean? But hey, if youre uninspired, thats ok. Take it easy )
Arthur noted his movement, and stepped past him through the door, sighing a little.
"What about me?" he said, less flirtatiously. He headed back to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of Dr. Pepper, offering Cyrin a cup. "Thirsty?"
(He was deliberately silent, lol, but I’ll try)
Cyrin follows him, quiet for a moment, “Well. . . I mean. . . You said something unexpected and no one’s even said something like that to me.” He laughs softly, “I don’t know. It just threw me off. Not in a bad way though.”
He smiles, “Just water, please.” He leans against the counter, watching Arthur quietly.
Arthur slid him a glass of water, before leaning against the opposite side of the counter, his face close to Cyrin's. "Oh? Nobody has ever said you were probably pretty flexible?" He winked at Cyrin, before taking a drink of his Dr. Pepper. "Why does that catch you so off guard?"
Cyrin laughs, “Well, they have, just not the way you said it!” He drinks the waiter, “Because, I’ve never thought of that and it may be the death of me.” He smiles, “I don’t know. . . It just did.”
"Never thought of what?" Arthur looked confused. Cyrin was dancing around the topic, a bit, which should have made sense, given he was a dancer.
Cyrin looks at him, “I’ve never thought of being flexible that way.” He shrugs slightly, a smooth, fluid movement, just like all his other movements. He laughs softly, “I don’t know if I want to think of it that way or not.”
Arthur's eyebrows shot up. "Oh, you mean, like… you've never thought of it in a flirtatious way, and you don't know if you want to… got it." He looked down at his drink, ashamed it had taken him so long to figure out what Cyrin was trying to say.
"Well… sorry."
Cyrin laughs softly, “I mean. . . It might be nice to think about it that way. I haven’t decided yet.” He tilts his head slightly.
Arthur chuckled. "Wait… are you telling me you've never thought that way at all?" It wasn't a derisive laugh, just a realization.
Cyrin laughs, “Well. . . Not about being flexible, but I’ve thought that way about other things.” He shrugs slightly.
Arthur looked at him, as they sat there across the counter from each other. "Oh? About anybody in particular?"
Cyrin looks back, grinning slightly, “Of course. About who? That’s for me to know and you to perhaps find out.” He takes another drink of water.
Arthur chuckled and turned to put his cup by the sink.
"Ok, fine." He glanced at the clock. It was getting dark outside, heading towards 9 o'clock. "Well… you headed home tonight?" The offer was obvious: Or you could stay here…?
Cyrin looks at him, then outside quickly looking away from the windows, shrugging, “It’s too late to walk home. I could get a ride with a friend. . .” He sighs, “I don’t know.”
Arthur picked up his keys. "I could drive you home… or… you could stay? I've got plenty of room here."
Cyrin looks at him, thinking for a moment, “I’ll stay.” He shrugs slightly.
…Perfect.
Arthur smiled at him. "Great! I, uh, we can… umm… wanna watch another movie, or a tv show, or play a game, or something? Or if you're tired, we can just crash for the night, or whatever."
Cyrin shrugs, “What do you want to do? I don’t particularly care.”
Arthur's smile grew. "I want to beat your tail in Mario Kart, is what I wanna do!"
He skittered over to the shelves below the huge tv and grabbed a couple controllers, before setting one on the couch next to him. He had the console on, the game up and running, and was patting the cushion next to him excitedly, within a minute.
Cyrin laughs softly, setting his glass down and following Arthur. He sits down, “Okok. . . I’ll play.”
There was an easy rhythm to games that helped them bond, and Arthur found himself laughing with Cyrin quite a lot.
They played for much longer than it felt like, and soon, it was 11pm. Arthur yawned, and glanced at the clock, his eyes widening.
"Whoa… I should probably let you get to sleep." He smiled over at Cyrin. "You want my bed or the couch? I'll take whichever you don't pick."
Cyrin leans back, rubbing his face, “I don’t particularly care either way. . . It’s whichever you want, it’s your home.” He sets the controller down, yawning.
Arthur nodded. "Bed's yours, then." He pointed towards his bedroom. "I'll be out here if you need me."
Internally, Sixclaw was rolling his eyes. This guy never makes a decision, does he? I've never met a more boring person with fewer opinions on anything…
On the flip side, it would make him easier to manipulate. So there was that.
(Cyrin has a secret backbone- lol-)
Cyrin looked at him, smiling slightly, getting up and stretching. He looks towards the bedroom door and then to Arthur, “You sure?” He asks, shifting on his feet.
Arthur nodded, stretching out and already getting comfortable with the blankets and pillows on the couch. "Very sure. Go get some rest." He smiled up at Cyrin.
Cyrin watches him and then nods, walking to Arthurs room. He opens the door, shutting it behind him, quiet and looking around.
The bedroom was relatively large, with that same soft red carpet. The bed was huge, which was a bit odd for someone living alone.
The lights were an automatic dim in the bedroom, and there wasn't much other furniture. Drawers could be seen recessed into the wall, a clever way of hiding a dresser or bureau.
Cyrin hums softly, and the looks to the bed, “Is the damn thing big enough. . ?” He mutters, walking over to the bed and sitting down, pulling his knees to his chest, going silent.