Someone passes // And while I wonder // If it is he,

[onerous]

Who: Yuri & Ukoku
What: Ukoku's drinking and talking to the moon, Yuri's picking up the pieces.
When: [shrugs and make s 'i dunno' noise] the 4th going into the 5th i guess
Where: Ukoku's temple
Warnings: Ukoku?

[Nothing with Ukoku was ever straight-forward or simple, Yuri should have known that. Yuri did know that, really, so why was it she got the mad hope every time that she might finally get actual answers?

Something something true madness being repeating the same thing and expecting a different outcome something.

It had started with a text earlier in the day, sent from Yuri to Ukoku, with a picture attached of one of the many pictures she'd taken of the strange chalk drawings and formulas found on his floor the one day. I have a few questions. She had to concede defeat here and go directly to the source, since her attempts at studying on her own hadn't gotten her anywhere.

Though she'd been informed to stop by later, she hadn't been able to actually get over until really later, the moon nothing more that a sliver of silver cutting through the sky. She teleports in, landing softly on the steps leading up to the temple and wrinkles her nose, already able to pick up the scent of alcohol.]

...Ukoku...?

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[existentialcrisis]

[ He's awake first. It's too early (regardless of what time it is), and his fingers under the hem of her shirt would be nicer if his arm weren't asleep.

After a second he gets up, disentangling himself, and climbs unsteadily past her—which is somewhat unnecessary, but he's hungover, enjoy—and disappears into the corridor. ]

[onerous]

[She grumbles unintelligibly in protest, turning as he moves; her hand unconsciously reaches for him, fingers brushing against his clothes, but unable to find purchase before he's moved out of her range.

When her arm drops, hand dangling over the edge, she forces herself to start waking up and taking stock of the situation. Had she been reaching for someone? She totally had been. Yuri frowns lightly, feeling like she hasn't gotten nearly enough sleep to be functional for this, and turns back over, burying her face in the pillows.

She has the passing, absent thought that it smells like Ukoku and--

Ukoku.

Her eyes snap open and she stares at the wall in frozen mortification. She was still in his temple. In his room. In his bed. Yuri sits up and looks around, suddenly remembering everything that led up to it and the fact her plan of leaving once he was asleep had never come to completion thanks to her falling asleep herself.

Fuck.

She'd kissed him, right? That had happened. She presses her fingertips to her mouth and blushes and frets-- this would only be awkward if she made it awkward, but it was a little awkward and what was she supposed to do now? Try to explain herself? Never bring it up again in the hopes he won't remember through the haze of alcohol? Maybe she should leave. She could leave. But she can't just walk through the door (briefly, in her head, a montage of trying to sneak her way out of the temple through the front door like it's some ninja stealth mission from a video game; she's got a heart meter and everything).

No, no, front door was out, he'd catch her, probably and then she'd have to explain that. So no front door, which left...The window!? Was there a window she could climb out of? Was that somehow less awkward than trying to waltz out the front door?

it takes another moment before she suddenly sighs deeply and pinches the bridge of her nose. Teleport. She was a god, and she could teleport. Why did she always forget that? Fuck. She takes a breath and lowers her hand, already beginning to think of her temple. That'd be the best place to go. And then she could just pretend a good chunk of this night never happened. Perfect.]

[existentialcrisis]

[ Ukoku shuffles back in at that inopportune moment, of course, barefoot in his rumpled clothes. His glasses are still on the floor; he's involuntarily squinting at her from across the room for about three different reasons. There's a tall glass of water in his hand.

Finally he gives her a crooked smile. ]

Did you forget you were here?

[ He doesn't wait for a reply. He's heading toward another dark doorway, unbuttoning his shirt with his free hand. ]

[onerous]

[There's a sharp inhale as he re-enters, startling her. She pulls the blanket up instinctively, then looks at it with a mildly accusing, exasperated look. She's fully clothed, what is she even trying to cover?]

I, ah... [Yeah, she forgot. She runs a hand trough her hair and looks around, absently reaching out to grab his glasses and place them somewhere safer near the bed, up off the floor, so they don't get accidentally stepped on.] Sorry. I didn't mean to stay.

[She glances up and-- was he undressing? Yuri freezes, eyes wide and she actually glances around the room as if to silently ask 'is this for real?'] I should-- I have to get back home. [For some reason, surely, and she stands abruptly] ...You should try drinking a little coffee. It'll help with your hangover. [There. She's helped him out, she has a...decent.. Enough excuse to leave. There was closure! She doesn't hesitate then to teleport away.

She'll contact him later to make sure his hangover's doing alright, but in the meantime she's going to drown herself in holy water, bbl.]