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.
Cyri n buffs and looks at Acdey, "Show me a picture." Avery nods, as if this wasn't an unusual request from Cyrin and pulls out his phone, waiting a moment before snapping a picture. He walks over to Cyrin, whispering into his ear, showing him the picture.
Cyrin smes, "Oh, that is such a wonderful view. I do wish I could see it a the time." He hums, " so want my bed on the corner, a way from the windows, please."
Avdey sighs, "You and you're very particular fears, Rin. . . I've seen you stand on the edge of cliffs befire, and dive off them as well, yet every time you look out a window that's higher than the or four floors, you're terrified for your life."
Cyrin huffs, crossing his arms, "So? Manmade heights are terrifying."
The movers moved the bed, and Arthur stood there, since he wasn't really a part of the conversation.
Avdey rolls his eyes, "Whatever. . ." He hugs Cyrin, murmuring something into Cyrins ear that made his face fall slightly and nid, murmurs something back. Avdey pulls away holding Cryin at arms length, "Well, my beautiful man and excellent dancer, I'll see you at dinner on the usual night. Claire will be looking forward to seeing you. But for now, I must go give her the attention she wants."
Cyril laughs, "Yes, go spend time with her." He grins at Avdey, "Now go, before she gets frustrated with you." He shoos Avdey out, smiling slightly.
Arthur gives him a friendly nod goodbye, before glancing at Cyrin. "Speaking of dinner, you gonna take me up on my offer?"
He blinks, and then shrugs, "I. . . Don't know if I wanna go out tonight." He rubs the back of his neck, "And if I do, I really just want a greasy burger and fries with a giant soda." He chuckles softly, stretching slightly.
Arthur smiled. "Well, that's what I had in mind. Of course, the best burger joint is the next town over. Or we could just Mc'D's, here. Your call."
He did want Cyrin to go with him, so maybe giving him options would help him make up his mind for once.
Cyrin looks at him, "You're the one asking me out to dinner, so, technically, shouldn't you be the one planning it? We can go to the burger joint." He went quiet, looking at Arthur, "As long as I don't have to deal with very many people, I'm good."
Arthur rolled his eyes. "Sure, but since you never have an opinion, it's a little difficult to plan something you like without asking you questions. So either communicate more, or quit whining when I ask you what you want. I'm trying to do right by you, Cyrin, and I can't do that without offering you options. Unless you really want me to call the shots outright. I don't think you want that. That's not how friendships work, it's not how relationships work, and I-…" He trailed off, realizing what he'd just said, what he'd just admitted to wanting… and closed his mouth. He turned and headed out the door.
"C'mon. Let's get you that burger." He didn't say much else all the way down the elevator and then to the parking lot, where he unlocked his car.
Cyrin stares at Arthur for a second, and then looks away, following. It took him a moment, but he eventually found his words, “Arthur. . . I. . .” He rubs the back of his neck, “I’m not a ‘I know what I want when I want it’ person. Not really. . . I. . . There’s very little I don’t like, and if I don’t like something, then I’ll tell you.” He sighs, “I can make decisions. I’m not indecisive. I just prefer not to.” He shrugs slightly.
“Call me a people pleaser, but I like seeing other people happy. That’s what makes me happy. If you really need me to pick something, then I will. But movies or video games?” He shrugs, “I’m not a movie of video game person. I prefer to be doing things, moving around. I get restless if I stir still like that for too long.”
He looks at the ground, kicking at it, “Just do what you want, and I’ll tell you if I don’t like it, okay?”