12. Date Night
Yuri x Flynn
Tales of Vesperia
Flynn arrived earlier that evening, earlier than expected, at least. The sight that greeted him was the one as per usual, but it made him angry anyway. Yuri opened a lazy eye to glance at him, demanding he closed the door to stop the cold for coming into the apartment. The blonde man rolled his eyes as he took his coat and scarf off from his shoulders, but he was clearly pissed at his partner.
"What's up? Why are you home at this hour?" Yuri asked, resuming his nap as he patted idly at Repede's head.
"Have you seen this dumpster?! Weren't you supposed to clean, take out the trash and do the laundry? Is this too much to ask of you?!" He scolded, ignoring Yuri's question.
"Yeah, yeah… you were supposed to be home in three hours, I planned to do all that in just an hour and a half… which means I still have time to nap, so please be quiet." Yuri rested his head on his arms and shoved the dog to move, who whimpered and growled at him. Flynn hissed angrily, but didn't add anything else. Yuri was able to hear him stumbling furiously towards the kitchen and just some seconds afterwards, an orchestra of dishes clanking and water running from the sink filled the apartment.
"You know... it's becoming impossible to put up with you." Yuri said after a few minutes, throwing a wet towel at Yuri's face. He got startled, but Flynn knew he was goofing out and not actually napping. "This ain't working and I'm afraid I won't be as patient as I always am."
"Are you going to throw me out?" Yuri asked without his usual mocking tone.
"You don't pay rent and you don't seem to be looking out for a job. You don't help with the chores and you leave the place looking like a warzone… what do you want me to do?"
"... Ok, I get it, you're done. Come on, Repede, let's get our things."
"Yuri, wait…" He took his arm before his friend stormed out of the house. Indeed, he was a slum and he didn't make his living any easier. But Flynn was anything but a bad friend. He knew Yuri was in need, and his usual laziness got potentially worse when he grew desperate. Flynn sighed and pulled him closer by force, hugging his partner tight. "Let's clean together."
"What's with the sudden mood swing?" Yuri mocked, embracing him nonchalantly with just one arm.
"I know you're a mess. I know you don't like doing housework and I know life's not easy for you after two times in jail this year. So… I shouldn't be getting THAT angry at you."
"I guess I should try putting some effort." Yuri admitted, scratching his head and the back of Repede's ears at the same moment. "I'm sorry."
"How's about we clean and put some laundry and then I make us dinner? They gave me a couple of days off from the headquarters, so I guess I'll use them to put you in line and actually spend some time with you." Flynn admitted maybe he had been neglecting his relationship. Perhaps it wasn't helping Yuri's situation at all.
"You mean like training or like a date night?" He chuckled, punching the blonde in the arm.
"A little bit of both." Flynn admitted, fixing Yuri's shirt as he spoke. "Then, when we're done we could actually put some nice Christmas lights and enjoy some hot cocoa in bed, then we could go skiing tomorrow and take Repede with us…"
"Jeez, stop pampering me so much, we sound like an old married couple." Yuri laughed, picking up the trash and throwing it into the bin after he got away from the young soldier. "Cleaning and dinner is good by me, if you want to put on some lights it's fine, it's your place, but… we'll see. You're a workaholic so I must assume you'll jump back into service tomorrow morning."
"Ok, fine. Just dinner, then."
"... I didn't say no, though."
A/N: Omg this challenge is becoming a lot more taxing than I expected. Mostly because I'm not familiar with writing most of the characters and at many times I run out of ideas pretty quickly. Also, I've been lacking sleep and my schedule has been a wreck for the past two weeks. I hope I can at least do the 31 props during the month, but I don't promise to keep updating daily.
