forum Crushing Hearts [Repost] (1/1)

Started April 05, 2023 by @RhysTheFirebird group

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Arthur laughed at their dynamic. "Now that's true friendship. Threats of violence." He hit the button once Advey was in the elevator, and up they went.

The apartment was clean, the door was open, and Arthur set his box carefully in the middle of the living room.

"I'll keep carrying stuff, if you want to decide where things go. Though, it'll be easier to really get set up once your furniture is here. The movers will need to wait till you can drive back over there, though. They'll have to follow you so you can let them in." He was rambling a bit, before catching himself and heading back down, using the stairs this time.

Advey seemed… stony. He'd need to be sure to win the friend's trust, or Cyrin might never really drop into his clutches.

Cyrin smirks, “Oh, yeah, it is. Threats of violence 24/7.” He snickers, looking at Avdey, “I will not break my fingers.” He huffs and then follows Arthur, setting his box down and then stretching, “Thanks. . .”

Avdey frowns, watching Arthur walk away and then turns to Cyrin, “I still don’t trust him. . .” He mutters.

Cyrin sighs, “You’re just being superstitious, Av, he didn’t kill Saline.”

Avdey rolls his eyes, “Right. . . Like I said before, a guy shows up randomly in you life and only a few days later, your sister is torn apart. Then you stay at this place for the night and have the fist nightmare about her death.”

Cyrin sighs, “Avdey. . . It’s fine. Come on.” He walks out of the door, following after Arthur.

They continued unloading for the next half hour, Arthur smiling and joking the entire time. He was careful with every box, and made sure not to be too clingy with Cyrin.

By the time they were done, the moving truck had pulled up, and was ready to follow Cyrin back to his place. Arthur talked to the movers, making sure their plans were on the same page, and turned to Cyrin afterwards.

"So I'll ride with them, we'll follow you guys, and we can get your furniture moved in." Arthur said as he climbed into the truck. "We'll have you set up before dinner, and then we can get food, on me, whadya say?" He indicated Avdey. "You too, man, come eat with us."

Cyrin nods, “Yeah. . . Okay.” He looks at Avdey, elbowing him slightly, “Come on, if you don’t want me to drive you truck you better hurry up and get in.”

Avdey was still tense, refusing to trust Arthur at all, but decided to be nice to the guy because Cyrin liked him. He chuckles at Cyrin’s comment, getting into the vehicle and starting it.

Cyrin gets in, quiet and contemplating and then sighs, “You don’t like him, do you?”

“Неа,” He replies in Russian, “Ни капли.” He looks at Cyrin, “Sorry, but I just don’t. His energy rubs me weirdly.” He shrugs, “Must be the paranoid Russian in me, or something, but I just don’t like him.”

Cyrin sighs, “Makes sense. But then, you don’t like a lot of people.”

Avdey rolls his eyes, “All for good reason.” He starts driving, going quiet for the duration of the drive.

After reaching Cyrin's old place, Cyrin hops out of the truck, walking towards the door and then waiting for a moment.

The moving truck followed them the whole way, with Arthur deep in thought as the movers drove.

They got to Cyrin's apartment, and all 3 hopped out of the truck.

"So. What first?" Arthur asked cheerily, as he and the two movers walked up to the door Cyrin was holding open.

Cyrin shrugs, "I only have my desk and bed. I was just planning on using Avdey's truck for them."

Avdey laughs softly, shaking his head, "Well start with the desk. Bring it out, then the bed."

Cyril huffs, "I don't need you making decisions on how I move out of my apartment, Avdey."

Avdey shrugs.

Arthur tilted his head, his expression confused. "And… you didn't think to say that… Before the whole moving truck drove all the way over here?" He had to laugh.
"Well, fellas, guess your job is easy." he said, turning to the two movers. "Just get the two bits of furniture out and into the truck, and I'll make sure you're payed for your full time. Thanks."
He glanced at Cyrin and Avdey. "Well. I guess that means we get to be supervisors."

Cyrin rubbed the back of his neck, laughing softly, "Hey, you were the one who hired the guys. I'm not gonna complain about someone else moving my stuff for me as long as they don't break it."

Avdey rolls his eyes, "You're so cheep, Cyrin. So ducking cheep."

Cyril glares at him, "I am not cheap. I just use my money wisely enough so I can live. And so my family can live."

Avery shrugs slightly, "Anyways," he looks at Arthur, "I suppose we do get to be supervisors. Watching people carry a desk and bed. . ." He does sarcastic jazz hands, "Fun. . ."

Cyri n snikers, "Av, don't be an ass."

Arthur chuckled ruefully. "Yeah, but you still could have said something. Myself and Sourpuss here could have moved it carefully just as easily." He shrugged. "No harm done though."

He glanced at Avdey when the surly man made fun of Cyrin's thriftiness. "Just trying to save the extra buck is cheap."

He did laugh at the jazz hands though. "Yeah, but I'm sure if you really want to jump in with them, they won't mind." He grinned at Cyrin. "I'm happy just supervising though."

Cyrin smirks, "If I try to supervise Avdey, I more likely to get a broken nose than anything actually done."

Avdey snickers, "That because you don't tell e what to do. I tell you what to do."

Cyril glares at him, "That is so wrong, you're married!"

Avery laughs, ignoring Cyrin's comment and turning to Arthur, "A lot of things Cyrin does are cheap, but he has good intentions and motivations. I'm too lazy to move furniture."

Cyrin laughs, "But not to lazy to make it your job to beat the carp out of people?"

Avdey grumbles, "There are rules. . ."

Cyrin looks at Arthur, "Supervising them, or supervising me?" He teases.

Arthur chuckled at Avdey's response. "Hey, as long as you know yourself well enough to admit it."

He grinned at Cyrin. "There are rules, I'm sure he's a lawful brawler."

Cyrin's question made his blush, just a little. "Whichever works, though I'd prefer you, if you want a completely honest answer."

The movers had the desk out and in the back of the truck, and were working on the bed.

Cyrin laughs, smiling slightly. He watches Avdey, who was smirking slightly, "I do know myself well enough to admit it. I just did."

Cyrin huffs, "Avdey's the kind of guy to break them when he's not in the ring. One to many times have I had to avoid him because he was missed at me."

He blimks, "Supervise me in what?" He asks, looking back at Arthur.

Avdey rolls his eyes, muttering under his breath, "You're all talk and no action, Cyrin."

Arthur just grinned at Avdey's antics. Cyrin's huffiness made him laugh though. "I mean, why follow the rules when there's no ref to call it, right?"

He just gave Cyrin a softer smile at his question. "Anything, really, so long as I can be around you." His voice went just a bit soft, reminding Cyrin that they had been tender with each other. No point in acting like strangers just cuz Avdey was around.

He had to chuckle at Avdey's assertion. "What makes you say that?"

Avdey nods, "Exactly my point!" He wraps his arm around Cyrins neck gently, pulling him close, "Cyrin's to pretty and fragile to beat anyways. He'd go off and sulk if I bruised his pretty face. "

Cyril scolds at Avdey, pulling away, "You wish." He smiles at Arthur, "Hmm. . ."

He looks to Acdey, who shrugged, "I've known this guy for years, I have no clue how many guys he's flirted with, and teased, but never made a move on them. He always waits till they make a move. And then he can't keep up with what he–"

"I will punch you in the face if you don't shut your big ass mouth, Avdey." Cyrin says quietly, glaring at his friend.

Arthur grinned at their banter, and raised an eyebrow at Cyrin the more Avdey talked. "OH, ok. Sounds like I need to make a move then." He winked at Cyrin, not even bothering to hide his intentions from Avdey.

Well. The obvious flirtatious ones, anyway.

The movers had the bed loaded up by the point, and were making sure the apartment was clean on their way out. Arthur had paid for the whole thing, loading, cleaning, unloading, and the drive, so they were earning their paycheck.

Cyril felt his face flame and he ducked his head. Avdey laughs softly, poking Cyrin's cheek, "Come on, Rin! It's not that bad. It's not like I'm terrified him about-"

Chris's hand flashes out and he grips Avdey's jaw, his eyes narrowed, "I said shut it, Avdey. You seriously talk too much. Next time you say something stupid, I'll pop you in the mouth."

Avery huffs, pulling away, "Touché. You're just upset because I'm trying to delve all you secrets to your 'friend' here." Avdey smirks at Cyrin, "If I don't tell him, who will? Certainly not you."

Arthur watches the interaction, his eyebrows slowly rising. He decided to just let it stand, though it would make for a good topic to get into conversation with Cyrin later about.
More chances to set the hook.

The movers were done, and Arthur tipped his head towards the trucks. "Think they're all ready to head back. I'll, uh… I'll see you both there."

Cyrin nods, smiling and taking Avdey's keys, "I'm driving, otherwiase, I fear I may hit you while you're driving and get us both killed." He climbs into the truck, starting it.

"Do you have you license?" Avery asks, getting in.

"Yes." He starts driving, humming quietly to himself, " Look, please don't just randomly start telling my embarrassing stories to people. Whether air like them or not, I'll tell them when I want to. "

Avery nids, "Yeah, sorry, I know I do have a big mouth."

They got back to the apartment, and Arthur guided the movers through the building as they moved the desk, and then the bed into the elevator and up into the apartment.

He turned to Cyrin once they got the bed moved up. "Where do you want these pieces? Decided which room you're claiming as your bedroom, and where you want the desk?"

Cyrin bites his lip, thinking, walking carefully to another room glancing at the floor to ceiling windows and then away, "Both in here." He murmurs.

Avdeybfillows, looking at the window, "Nice veiw. . . Such a shame you're going to hide it behind curtains 24/7, Rin."

Arthur directs the movers, and they set the desk facing out the window, the bed across the opposite wall.

He glances at Avdey. "I mean, his fear, his prerogative. I like the windows, but he doesn't have to." He'd noticed Cyrin's fear the first time he saw the apartment, and had added it to the list.