[Yuri knows what Balthus is planning the second he opens his mouth, because they've lived together for long enough by now and Balthus is not skilled in subterfuge. Regrettably, in this instance knowledge is not power, and knowing that Balthus is going to deposit him into his bunk does nothing to help him prevent it from happening. He falls out of Balthus's arms and bounces on the mattress, growling in aggravation as he comes to rest in an untidy heap.
The expression on his face can be described as nothing but sour.]
You're unbelievable.
[As if Yuri has any room to talk.]
I didn't even take off my makeup.
[He sighs, long and aggrieved, and fidgets around until he's sprawled out, head propped up by his hand with his elbow on the bed. He works his fingers into his hair, nails dragging softly along his scalp. Weariness pulls at him. This is exactly why he wanted to avoid this. A few seconds on a soft (if lumpy) surface, and Yuri could almost just let his eyes slip shut. The perils of creature comforts.
There's a long, soft moment of quiet before Yuri turns his head, tucks his cheek into his palm and huffs, near inaudible--]
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[Yuri knows what Balthus is planning the second he opens his mouth, because they've lived together for long enough by now and Balthus is not skilled in subterfuge. Regrettably, in this instance knowledge is not power, and knowing that Balthus is going to deposit him into his bunk does nothing to help him prevent it from happening. He falls out of Balthus's arms and bounces on the mattress, growling in aggravation as he comes to rest in an untidy heap.
The expression on his face can be described as nothing but sour.]
You're unbelievable.
[As if Yuri has any room to talk.]
I didn't even take off my makeup.
[He sighs, long and aggrieved, and fidgets around until he's sprawled out, head propped up by his hand with his elbow on the bed. He works his fingers into his hair, nails dragging softly along his scalp. Weariness pulls at him. This is exactly why he wanted to avoid this. A few seconds on a soft (if lumpy) surface, and Yuri could almost just let his eyes slip shut. The perils of creature comforts.
There's a long, soft moment of quiet before Yuri turns his head, tucks his cheek into his palm and huffs, near inaudible--]
...Thanks.
[For caring, remains unspoken.]