It isn't intentional in the sense that it isn't any kind of personal avoidance — but they fucked long and hard without any kind of protective measures in place, which means that after the general clean-up of the room Yuri had to find a moment to invite Constance for a spot of afternoon tea. It isn't the first time he's had to ask for her help, nor does he assume it'll be the last, and if he thinks she gets a lick of pleasure in watching him suffer the effects of the Moon tea in the following days?
Well. He supposes he deserves it, all things considered, although he swears he sees a flash of sympathy cross her expression on the final (and worst) day.
Four days later sees Yuri topside again, his back smirk in place and his stride as confident as it's ever been. He decides to take dinner in the dining hall just to help dispell any rumours surrounding his disappearance: it isn't unusual for Yuri Leclerc to slip off for a few days, after all, but now that he's joined the Blue Lions he has nosey teenagers to appease as well as the inhabitants of Abyss.
This whole "working together" thing had better end up being worth it.
Still, there's nothing he enjoys quite so much as getting together and eating with acquaintances. Dimitri doesn't seem to have arrived yet — not that he's, y'know, keeping an eye out for him or anything — which means the spot to his left ends up being filled by none other than the Gautier heir himself.
Sylvain. The man's a headache when he wants to be, but Yuri suspects there's something deeper and darker lurking just beneath the surface with this one too. Despair, the same as Dimitri, just ... a different flavour of it, perhaps.
"Aw — you came all the way over here just to sit with little old me?" Yuri teases, resting an elbow on the table and his chin on his palm as he flutters his lashes at the redhead. "You shouldn't have. If I didn't know any better I might even be flattered."
Sylvain being Sylvain takes it in his stride with a good-natured laugh, and goes so far as to slin his arm across the back of Yuri's shoulders
"Well, you know me. I never could resist dinner with a pretty lady — and you're as pretty as any of them."
A nearby student blushes at their over-the-top flirting, and Yuri can't help but bite back a little chuckle.
"Tch. C'mon, Gautier — I bet you say that to all the boys who catch your eye."
FOR DIMITRI.
Yuri doesn't see Dimitri for several days.
It isn't intentional in the sense that it isn't any kind of personal avoidance — but they fucked long and hard without any kind of protective measures in place, which means that after the general clean-up of the room Yuri had to find a moment to invite Constance for a spot of afternoon tea. It isn't the first time he's had to ask for her help, nor does he assume it'll be the last, and if he thinks she gets a lick of pleasure in watching him suffer the effects of the Moon tea in the following days?
Well. He supposes he deserves it, all things considered, although he swears he sees a flash of sympathy cross her expression on the final (and worst) day.
Four days later sees Yuri topside again, his back smirk in place and his stride as confident as it's ever been. He decides to take dinner in the dining hall just to help dispell any rumours surrounding his disappearance: it isn't unusual for Yuri Leclerc to slip off for a few days, after all, but now that he's joined the Blue Lions he has nosey teenagers to appease as well as the inhabitants of Abyss.
This whole "working together" thing had better end up being worth it.
Still, there's nothing he enjoys quite so much as getting together and eating with acquaintances. Dimitri doesn't seem to have arrived yet — not that he's, y'know, keeping an eye out for him or anything — which means the spot to his left ends up being filled by none other than the Gautier heir himself.
Sylvain. The man's a headache when he wants to be, but Yuri suspects there's something deeper and darker lurking just beneath the surface with this one too. Despair, the same as Dimitri, just ... a different flavour of it, perhaps.
"Aw — you came all the way over here just to sit with little old me?" Yuri teases, resting an elbow on the table and his chin on his palm as he flutters his lashes at the redhead. "You shouldn't have. If I didn't know any better I might even be flattered."
Sylvain being Sylvain takes it in his stride with a good-natured laugh, and goes so far as to slin his arm across the back of Yuri's shoulders
"Well, you know me. I never could resist dinner with a pretty lady — and you're as pretty as any of them."
A nearby student blushes at their over-the-top flirting, and Yuri can't help but bite back a little chuckle.
"Tch. C'mon, Gautier — I bet you say that to all the boys who catch your eye."