Crushing Hearts (Mature content [might turn out to be 18+] and TW) (Moved) (1/1)

(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?"

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?"

"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.

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."

Arthur chuckled. "Wait… are you telling me you've never thought that way at all?" It wasn't a derisive laugh, just a realization.

Arthur looked at him, as they sat there across the counter from each other. "Oh? About anybody in particular?"

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…?

Arthur picked up his keys. "I could drive you home… or… you could stay? I've got plenty of room here."

…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."

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.

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."

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.

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.

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.