Cyrin nods. Pizza sounded good. Maybe. “Pizza sounds okay.” He looks down to the counter for a moment, thinking.
Cyrin listen to Arthurs suggestion, shifting on his feet. He wasn’t an outdoorsy kind of guy. He was practically in love with his climate control and toilets. So far he’d been able to get out of camping. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to do thins Arthur liked. He just, wasn’t a fan of the idea of sleeping outside out of his bed. And most of the time, the reasons he couldn’t go were good ones. Like dance recitals or something. But this weekend, he was free. He had nothing to do and he didn’t want to be an asshole.
“Sure. Why not?” He smiles slightly. “It could be. . . Interesting. . . to try.”
(I swear it's nothing personal, if you could see my unreads…)
(Lol, it’s fine. Most of the time ai’ll read it and then get distracted and leave the page, then completely forget about it.)
Arthur smiled and pulled his phone out, navigating to the app. "Meat-lovers ok?"
Cyrin seemed nervous about the idea, but Arthur was pleased he said yes. "I'll try to make it fun, and it'll be easy. I'll take care of all the hard stuff. " He stood up, his smile widening. "Go pack a change of clothes or two, and make sure you're wearing shoes you wouldn't mind getting filthy."
(sorry its short! just had to get something down on the page facepalm)
(Rolls in sand It’s fine, better than nothing :D)
CYrin nods, laughing, “I have no choice in the matter.” He holds his hands up, clearly being somewhat playful.
“You always look ready to kill someone when you don’t get your meat.” He chuckles softly, shaking his head slightly, “DOn’t want it to be me.”
He nods slightly, pushing away from the counter, “You make it sound Like I have more than one pair of shoes. And my dancing shoes don’t count. Because, they aren’t really. . . um. . . Practical footwear for anything other than dancing.”
He turns, walking backwards, “And what kind of clothes? Jeans and jacket or. . . Shorts and t-shirt?”
Arthur grinned and ordered the pizza, returning Cyrin's teasing tone. "No, you don't. Meatlovers it is." He chuckled at the description of his deadly intent. "Hey, at least you know better than to get in the way. It won't be you."
Arthur blinked, before shrugging. "So we'll pick up some boots on the way out of town. I got you." He watched Cyrin go, thinking briefly. "In this weather, I'd say jeans and the jacket, though if you wanna sleep in something more comfy, shorts and t-shirt would be fine too."
Cyrin grins, laughing, “Good. I’m not ready to die. I’m too young, and much left to do in life.” Tilts his head.
“OKay, boots it is. . . And jean and a jacket. I don’t know in what world you would think a t-shirt and shorts are comfortable to sleep in. It’s either all or nothing.” He shakes his ear, ducking away from the kitchen, wandering to his room.
He reaches into his closet, grabbing a few shirts ad a pair of jeans before tossing them onto his bed. He turns and bends down, reaching underneath his bed and pulling out a duffle bag. He frowns slightly and then tosses the stuff into his bag, not taking the time to fold it. He stuffs the clothes into the bag and then zips it up, setting it on the floor.
Arthur chuckled at him. "Good, cuz I'm not ready for you to do either. Got too much to do to you."
He grinned at his boyfriend as Cyrin left to pack. "I mean, whatever you think will be most comfortable. I'm down with nothing."
Arthur had his bags packed already. They stayed packed easily enough, as much as he was in the woods. "Any idea what kind of boots you'd like?" He called to Cyrin from the kitchen.
Cyrin felt his face heart at Arthur’s words and he ducks his head down, hiding his face in his sleeve as he tosses the clothes into his bag. He coughs softly, almost chocking at his next words, shaking his head, “Jesus-“ He laughs, running his hand down his face and taking deep breaths.
He shakes his head slightly, “So you’d rather I wear absolutely nothing to bed?” He asks, poking his head out of his room.
“Versus pants and a sweater?” He stares towards the kitchen at Arthur, his face slightly pink as he asks the question. He was unsure if he wanted to know the answer, but he asked the question so he supposed he was going to get an answer out of Arthur.
“Uh. . . The functioning comfortable ones?” He walks from his room, moving back to the kitchen and leaning against the counter again. “I know nothing about boots. You’re asking me the wrong kind of question there.”
Making Cyrin blush was one of Arthur's new favorite activities. "Oh, c'mon, you act like I've never said such things to you before. You know you like it." he said with a smirk.
He grinned at the question. "I mean… I certainly wouldn't turn it down… though you'll be cold, I'm sure, unless something or someone keeps you warm…"
The pink tint to Cyrin's face was adorable.
"Functioning comfortable ones. Any particular stylistic choices you'd like to make within those categories? I can make sure you're buying functioning comfortable brands, if you wanna choose what they look like."
Cyrin huffs, crossing his arms. His face still adorably pin, he mutters, “Me liking it is besides the point, Arthur. . .” He looks back up at Arthur, blinking once.
“I-. . .” He bites down on his lower lip, clearing his throat. “Right. . . And I’m sure that you’d be the one loving to keep me warm.”
He rolls his eyes slightly, crossing his arms, “How am I supposed to know what boots look fashionable or not? They’re boots. I don’t really care what they look like. NOt like I’m going to wear them as often as you wear yours.”
(hey friend…. don't hate me… but i'm officially going to drop this one :/ sorry. I know that likely doesnt come as a shock since I've been silent for nearly a month but :/ my apologies anyway)
(Pfft, I was thinking about it as I got up this morning and was going to ask if you wanted to drop it. No worries!)
(I may or may not have forgotten where it was going anyways?)
