Arthur smiled at him. "Double bacon-cheeseburger, hold the mustard and onion. Medium Cajun fries, medium root beer. Maybe a strawberry shake afterwards." He winked at Cyrin. "I like their food. Two meals for the price of one, if you take the leftovers home."
Cyrin smiles softly, “Sounds like a meal. . .” He hums, “Fires dont save well though. They get soggy.” He shrugs, “But whatever floats your boat.”
He yawns slightly, rubbing his face. He was tired. Really tired. The lack of sleep was finally getting to him. All he wanted to do was nap, but he was also starving.
"Yeah, but these fries are thick cut. Essentially potato wedges. They re-heat ok." Arthur smiled at him.
He could tell Cyrin was tired. "After this, you can go back to your new place and get some sleep. You look like you need it." he said gently.
The waitress from before came by, and took their orders. Their food was on the table within a couple minutes.
Cyrin sighs, “I’m fine. I won’t be able to sleep anyways. Not for a while yet.” He looks at his food, picking the burger up, “I’ll probably spend some time practicing before I can sleep.” Dancing himself to exhaustion was the only way he’d ever get sleep. It was how he’d gotten sleep last night. And it was the first time he’d slept since. . .
He blinks, shutting his mind up and takes a bite of his burger, closing his eyes and smiling slightly. It was perfect and hit the spot.
Arthur nodded, his face turning sympathetic. "Well… if you need company, or don't want to be alone or something… Im just upstairs now. Gimme a call and I'll be right down, or even just come up and knock. Or better yet-" He dug his wallet out and slid a key across the table. "There's my spare. Just let yourself in if you need anything."
He smiled a little at Cyrin's idea. "Yeah, gotta break in that new floor space."
The burger was huge, slathered with cheese and loaded with bacon. It was a carnivore's dream, and Arthur tucked into it like he hadn't eaten in two days.
Cyrin looked at the key, then back to Arthur, then back down, not taking it. “Look, I may like you. . . But we barely know each other, should you really be inviting me into your apartment like that?” He takes another bite of the burger.
“And I‘ll be fine. It’s just some restless nights. I just have to dance for an hour or so, and then I’ll be passed out like a rock.”
"You keep saying that, but… you've spent time with me. Slept in my bed, been around me enough to know me… just take the key." Arthur wasn't taking it back. "I have no problem with inviting you in, Cyrin."
Cyrin looks at him, taking the key, silent, “Okay, fine.” He slides it into his pocket, smiling slightly. He takes another bite, shifting slight, “Well. It’s nice to know you’d invite me in in the middle of the night when you’re sleeping.”
He chuckles slightly, “That sounds creepy as fuck. . .” He mutters, taking a drink of his soda.
Arthur smiles as he takes the key. "Good. And I absolutely would." No hesitation. He'd invite Cyrin in anytime.
Sixclaw was chuckling internally, pleased. Cyrin had come closer to truth than he realized with that last statement.
"It's only creepy if you're a creep, which… you're not, Cyrin." Arthur's smile softened a bit. "I hope… I hope you don't think I'm one… your friend seemed to think so…"
Cyrin sighs, “Avdey’s always been superstitious. He’s right sometimes and other time’s he wrong. I guess whether he’s right in what he says about you or not, I’ll find out eventually after my whole life is on it’s ass and I’m barely left.”
He flashes a grin, “But for now, I’m still fine. I should care, but I don’t really.” He shrugs, “If I’m making the biggest mistake of my life trusting you. . . Well, then I guess I am. . .” He looks at Arthur, “I just hope he’s very wrong in what he has to say about you. Because then I don’t think life will be very pleasant for me much longer.”
(When you want to reach through the screen, grab hold of your character and shake them very violently for being a little stupid-)
Arthur just gave him a long look, before going back to his food, the look on his face a bit hurt.
"Well… glad to know I'm at least on probation." he said quietly. He'd kinda hoped they were past the point of deep distrust.
Though he could certainly settle for that.
"So. How lond have you known Avdey?" If the guy was going to cause trouble for him, he may as well know about this friend of Cyrin's.
He frowns, “You’re not on probation, Arthur. I said Avdey doesn’t trust you, not me. I trust you.”
Cyrin sighs softly, leaning back and thinking for a moment, “Well. . . I met him when I was. . . Nine, so, longer than a decade.” He shrugs slightly.
Cyrin's clarification startled Arthur, and he looked up, his face lighting up. "Oh… ok." He ducked his head to hide the blush creeping across his face.
He glanced up after a moment. "Wow. That's a pretty decent time. You guys been close the whole time?"
Cyrin laughs, “Oh, hell no. The quiet and hard working dancer and the hotheaded and loud fighter? No, God no. We hated each other at first, but eventually, we got along. We found out that though we do diffrent things, we’re still pretty similar.”
"SO is he not hard-working, and are you as hotheaded as he is?" Arthur chuckled at Cyrin's description. "ALways good to have friends who challenge you."
“What? I’m not hotheaded. That’s Avdey.” He pauses for a moment, “Well. . . I take that back, I can be hotheaded sometimes. But that’s only with Avdey really.” He laughs softly, “He’s hard working, just. . . Not in the school setting. He was never good with it, he had too much energy and would rather have focused his energy on other things. I always had to help him.”
Arthur had given Cyrin a look when he said he wasn't hot-headed. So far the dancer hadn't been that way with him, but he'd seen it with Avdey.
He nodded sympathetically at Cyrin's explanation. "Kind of you to help. And it looks like it's all worked out for him. He seems successful, well-adjusted, all that good stuff. You're a good friend, Cyrin." He gave his friend a smile.
"I'm glad you guys got along eventually. Everyone needs that close friend." He glanced down at his food, fidgeting for a second. Arthur didn't really have any friends like that.
With good reason, obviously, but no point in admitting that.
Cyrin snickers softly, “Only with Avdey, mind you. He deserves to have his ‘oh so handsome face’-“ He does air quotes, “Smashed in at some point, it’s not like anyone else is going to do it.”
Cyrin smiles slightly, “Yeah, he is.” He shakes his head slightly, “I’m not the best person to be friends with, but, I’m glad he’s stuck around through all my bullshit.” He laughs softly. “I’m sure there’re better people out there to be friends with besides me. But we’re lucky to have each other.”
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Arthur chuckled. "Oh, so you do the face-smashing, huh? Seems kinda backwards." He grinned at Cyrin. "He seems like more face-smashy type."
His smiled turned more genuine. "Hey, you're not a bad person to be friends with. And I'm sure he's happy to be friends with you. He's not doing you a favor, any more than I am. You're a good friend."
Cyrin laughs softly, “Yeah. He needs a nice hit against his big ass ego. Like I said, no one else is going to do it. So I have to.” He grins, finishing his burger and moving onto the fries.
“I know I’m not a bad person, but still, I’ve been through plenty, and Avdey’s been there through all my crap. And it’s been quite a bit, if I must say. . .”
Arthur nodded. "Sounds like a functional friendship."
His face sobered as Cyrin mentioned how much he'd been through. "Oh? Been through a lot?" He wasn't doubting it, just… curious.
"Also, to be clear, going through a lot doesn't make you hard to be friends with. Just makes you value your friends more, which is good. Depending on the situations, I guess." He was still prompting Cyrin, gently, to tell him about his life.
Cyrin laughs softly, “Eh, it works.”
Cyrin looks down, shifting slightly, “Yeah. . .” He picks at his fries. “I know that, but sometimes, depending on the things, it can make it hard to be friends.” He shifts in his seat, quiet for a moment.
"I bet it can, but… well, like what?" Arthur kept his expression gentle, voice soft.
If Cyrin wouldn't trust him, really trust him, then none of any of his plans could go anywhere. Though if he could just get the dancer to be open, then… there was so much potential there. Potential for enjoyment for both of them, maybe.
Certainly for Sixclaw.
Cyris sighs, “Well. . . My family wasn’t as well off as we are now when I was born, not that what we have now is well off. . . But, it’s certainly better than four of us sleeping on a couch. When I was. . . Thirteen? Something like that, I got involved with things I shouldn’t have out of desperation. My parents were working sixteen hours a day, and all that money went to the rent. We were starving, most of the food would go to my parents so they could continue to work so we would have a place to live. Anyways, I wasn’t exactly doing anything. . . Legal. . .” He sighs, “I never got too involved, and got busted eventually. I stopped after that. There are some other things, but nothing too bad to have gone on my permanent record other than that.”
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