Disclaimer – I feel a bizarre sense of deja vu. It's as though I've disclaimed all of this before...
Outfits – School outfits
Themed
Nam Cobanda was getting to be one of Yuri's favorite places to visit.
The hot springs were nice, but it was difficult to ignore Raven being an idiot at that place. (At least Judy had found Raven's behavior funny; things could have gotten so very awkward if she'd decided to take revenge on him.) There wasn't a whole lot to do besides sit in the hot springs, get a massage (which Yuri typically skipped, having never been a fan of strangers touching him), or hang out in the lobby.
At the ongoing fair that was Nam Cobanda, however, there was always something entertaining to do. Poker was fun and Yuri was getting to be pretty good at the base game, so the dealers had taken to teaching him new variations. He particularly liked Texas Hold'em, though he wondered where the name came from. The slot machines were fun too, since you always won something. The occasional plays were usually fun to sit through; the thespian guild employed there were particularly adept at the dramas, with comedy being close behind. Horror, however, was definitely not their strong suit.
The Cowz had started up a new tradition: weekly themes. Visitors didn't have to comply, but anyone staying at the Inn would find themselves provided with complementary outfits just in case they wanted to join in.
Since this was the first week of themes, they'd decided to go with the theme that had inspired the look and feel of the buildings in the first place: high school.
This was why Yuri found himself watching Flynn wearing a button down shirt and green plaid pants while curled up shoeless in a chair in their room at the Inn. It wasn't just the outfit – which looked very flattering on Flynn – or the lack of shoes – which made Yuri want to mess with Flynn's toes – that drew Yuri's attention, though.
There was a pair of reading glasses perched upon Flynn's face.
Licking his lips, Yuri decided that the slightly nerdy look suited Flynn very, very well. Also, Yuri was starting to get horny and if Flynn didn't put down that book and pay attention to Yuri soon, well...
He was pretty certain Flynn wouldn't mind the consequences.
Just as Flynn was reaching the end of the chapter, Judith had barged into the room and dragged Yuri – whose protests had sounded quite genuine – from the room.
It had been amusing to watch, but now Flynn wasn't really sure what to do. The book was good, but he wanted a break from reading. He wasn't as interested in card games or gambling as Yuri seemed to be, and the carnival games weren't really his thing either. At least, not when he was alone.
Wandering the carnival with Yuri was fun. Sometimes one of them would notice something they wanted, or something they knew one of the others would want, and the two of them would take turns trying to win. In the end, they'd walk away with whatever it was, laughing and enjoying each other's company.
But alone, Flynn just didn't really feel like joining the festivities.
Setting aside his book, Flynn stood and stretched. Maybe he'd go find where Judith had dragged Yuri off too.
The door opened and Yuri stumbled in, slamming the door behind him.
Flynn's first thought went something like 'oh, good, I don't need to look for Yuri after all.' His second thought was 'where did that skirt come from?'
In the twenty minutes Yuri had been gone, his pants had gone missing and a skirt had taken their place. A short, green, plaid skirt... maybe Judith's?
"Uh... Yuri?"
"She's insane!" Yuri declared, throwing a glare back at the door behind him.
"You're... in a skirt."
"Huh? Oh... yeah, I sort of lost a bet. Judy made me swap my pants for her skirt as the payment. I don't know why, though. She's always preferred less clothing to more before." Yuri shrugged and leaned against the door, crossing his ankles.
Flynn licked his lips as his eyes ran up and down Yuri's long legs. He'd always liked Yuri's legs and been aware how long they were, but there was something different about seeing those legs showcased by a skirt instead of pants. A short skirt, to be precise.
It was difficult, but Flynn managed to look up long enough to ask "you don't sound upset about that, so why are you angry?"
"She wouldn't give me the matching tights to go with the skirt. Judy said that if I thought I needed them, then I should just shave my legs instead. Like that's going to happen." Yuri crossed his arms and pouted. Flynn didn't even want to understand what was going on in Yuri's brain anymore.
Taking a few steps forward, Flynn asked, "would you lock the door?"
"Uh, yeah, sure," Yuri flicked the lock and stood up straight again. "Planning something fun?" he asked teasingly.
"Most definitely," Flynn agreed, moving to press Yuri up against the door.
He was reaching under Yuri's skirt with one hand when, breathless, Yuri asked, "um... just... would you put your glasses back on?"