There is a crease between Yuri's eyebrows. A brief curl of his fingers into a fist, as though annoyed.
Which he is. But not with Beka.
"Fuck," he grumbles. Dropping his head to the table. Suddenly losing patience with the game. It hits how uncomfortable his pants have gotten, and how little he can actually do about it. "I wish it started snowing before we left..."
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Date: 2017-07-02 08:25 pm (UTC)Which he is. But not with Beka.
"Fuck," he grumbles. Dropping his head to the table. Suddenly losing patience with the game. It hits how uncomfortable his pants have gotten, and how little he can actually do about it. "I wish it started snowing before we left..."