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Arthur laughed with him. "Oh, perfect. That's fine with me."
He put several bags of popcorn in the microwave all at once, and then walked down the hall while they were popping. He emerged with his arms full of blankets.
"I don't know about you, but movies are get comfortable time, so. Here we go." He plopped the blankets down on the couch in a big pile, before going to check the popcorn.
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"Oh, I go through an entire two bags by myself!" Arthur grinned at him. "So there's 4 for good measure." He emptied the now-popped bags into a ginormous bowl, and came back, sliding into place right next to Cyrin. He handed the dancer the bowl and picked up the tablet, hitting play.
The lights, which had flicked on when he opened the door, automatically dimmed, and he pulled a couple blankets around him, settling in comfortably.
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Arthur shrugged. "I wanted to have enough for both of us, and I'll eat what you don't eat."
The movie got going, some sweet story about a boy and girl forbidden to dance at school by their teachers, and their journey to turn the school formal event into a dance party as revenge. Simple. Easy to digest.
The kind of thing that put people at ease, made them laugh, and would let Cyrin not think about his troubles for a bit.
Over the course of the movie, Arthur slumped more and more into Cyrin, not outright snuggling him, but essentially lying on his shoulder by the end.
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Cyrin laughs softly, “Hm. . .” He eats anther piece of popcorn. Cyrin watches the movie, dropping bits and pieces of commentary every few minuets. He seemed relaxed and somewhat happy, a slight smile on his face.
Arthur managed to act impressed with each bit of commentary and knowledge that Cyrin dropped. He could feel Cyrin relaxing next to him.
Time to try something.
The movie ended, and the credits rolled, and the room was dark without the lights on. Arthur had closed the curtains so the light from outside wouldn't through a glare on the screen.
He didn't move, just laying there, head on Cyrin's shoulder, looking up at him with admiring eyes. "Sooo… what did you think? Good choice?"
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Arthur laughed softly. "Of course not, but I was going for comedy. Gotta make you laugh." He paused a moment.
"Anybody ever tell you you've got a pretty laugh?"
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Arthur slowly lifted a hand to Cyrin's face, his fingers very lightly touching Cyrin's jaw. "Well, it's true. Pretty laugh and a nice smile. It's a killer combination." He kept his voice soft, his touch feather light.
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Arthur chuckled quietly. "It's an expression, silly. It just means you're attractive."
He paused. He hadn't strictly figured out if Cyrin even swung this way, but… he wasn't being pushed off, so…
"At least, I certainly find you attractive…"
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Arthur smiled happily at him.
"Yes, I do." His touch got a little firmer as he cupped Cyrin's face, his thumb stroking over the dancer's cheek.
He kept his own face where it was, though he couldn't help glancing down at Cyrin's lips.
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Arthur ducked his head, blushing. "Oh, c'mon, don't tease me like that. I know I'm not attractive."
Internally, Sixclaw was cringing at all the mushiness, though he knew it was necessary setup for actual fun, later.
Cyrin watches Arthur duck his head and the red bloom across his face. He smiles slightly, gently bumping Arthur's chin with his knuckle, trying to get him to lift his gaze.
He huffs another soft laugh, "I am not teasing you, Arthur. Though, I do tease people all the time, I not teasing right now."
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Arthur lifted his head with Cyrin's touch, blinking at his words. "I, uh… Nobody has ever said that before…" The expression on his face was deeply touched, and vulnerable at the moment. He looked like Cyrin could crush him if he said 'nah, just kidding'.
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Arthur's smile widened, his eyes going soft. "I-… I'm glad you think so…" He glanced at Cyrin's lips again, before ducking his head again and butting it gently against Cyrin's shoulder. His hand moved from Cyrin's face, tentatively landing on his arm as Arthur leaned into him.
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They sat there, in the dark, in the quiet, for a minute or so, before Arthur looked back up at him. "Sorry for making it weird. You just… you get so animated when you talk about dance, and I was sitting there thinking how much I enjoy that. Watching you get excited about things." His voice got quieter. "I feel like I've known you forever, and… I don't know… just realized I was probably making you feel weird…"
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Arthur sat up, then, making it easier for Cyrin to rest on his shoulder.
"Well, I-… I mean… I've liked you since I first saw you, and… I don't know, I care about you, and I want to help you, and that kinda-… it makes me want things I maybe shouldn't want, you know? And you were smiling and laughing and that does things to me… so I had to fight down the urge to kiss you just now." He laughed, a nervous sound, and covered his face with his hand.
"That's probably too much information, isn't it, but… that's why this was probably confusing. I'm sorry."
Cyrin smiles, “Well. . . I think I like you too. . .” He laughs softly, closing his eyes, “God, that sounds so indecisive. . .” He hums softly, “I was thinking you were going to kiss me.” He mumbles, “Also expecting it.” He shrugs slightly, “If I didn’t want you that close, I would have just pushed you away, you know. . .”
He hums, “It’s not too much. . .”
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Arthur looked up, an almost startled expression on his face. He turned a bit, his eyes searching Cyrin's face, before tipping his head and kissing him, lightly, gently.
He pulled back after a moment, his face flushing, a smile working its way across his features.
"I, uh… I figured I better do it before you decided to object…" His voice was soft, and a bit dazed.
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Arthur shrugged, blushing again. "I don't know… people have, before… maybe it's not what you're looking for, or I'm just bad at it, or… I don't know…" He looked down, thinking, his face showing the hurt of past rejections all over it.