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« mocking.bird » TEXT ✧ AUDIO ✧ VIDEO ✧ ACTION Yuri Leclerc ✦ Fire Emblem: Three Houses
RESIDENCE ✦ Emerald District
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"Leave it."

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The Underground? Dial it back a bit, tough guy. You're not ready for that yet.

Same address as before.

[mensrea]

[ Stiles isn't really sure Yuri should be judging what he is or isn't ready for when the man hasn't seen him in action yet. It wouldn't be the first time he's gotten up to no good in the Ruby Underground. ]

Your call. See you then.

[foulplayed]

( Hopefully Stiles will be able to forgive Yuri for assuming that, were he Underground-ready, he wouldn't have needed to come to him looking for help.

It's fortunate for the both of them that by the time "tomorrow evening" rolls around, Yuri has had a night to sleep on his worries and come out the other side feeling a little less shaken. Not knowing things is a source of frustration to him — something he always feels compelled to somehow make right — and in this instance he's concluded that knowing will take away a great deal of his surveillance concerns.

It could be worse. Furthermore, he's glad that this was pointed out to him before his first big job for Red, as being recorded by the wrong person could have sunk his Underground goals before they'd even begun to put down roots.

When the doorbell goes, Yuri doesn't waste time in answering and inviting Stiles inside: )

Hey.

[mensrea]

[ Tomorrow evening finds Stiles approaching the townhouse with a somewhat unconfident gait, his hands tapping out a staccato rhythm on his thighs as he waits for the door to be opened. Per Yuri’s request, he’s wearing his “nice” clothes – that is, the kind of outfit he would wear when visiting Itachi (in the hopes of getting laid, of course). A deep blue, long-sleeve Henley clings to his upper body, showcasing his slender, trim frame before narrowing at the waist into a pair of black chinos that accentuate long legs. It’s as dressed up as Stiles gets without venturing into the realm of a suit and tie, though he’s not quite sure if it’ll meet Yuri’s expectations for the night. ]

Yo.

[ Stepping past the other man, he enters the townhouse and immediately checks his reflection in the nearest reflective surface, clearly nervous about his attire. ]

Does this work, or…?

[ Stiles turns back to Yuri, scrutinizing the trickster for an idea of what Yuri might qualify as “nice.” ]

[foulplayed]

( What Yuri qualifies as "nice" is evident enough in the way he's chosen to dress himself for their little test run. A sleek, cream blouse with an elegant bow at the throat is tucked into fitted black trousers that nip high on his waist, giving his hips a subtle flare that leaves his silhouette somewhat ambiguous. His nails are wine red this time, and the dark flicks of his wing-tips are more dramatic than his daytime look, all of which is pulled together with a soft nude eye and a burgundy velvet lip. )

Nice – definitely better than the last time we spoke. We can get into that later, though.

( Which is something, right?

The heels of his boots click across the floor as he gestures for Stiles to follow him inside – back to the coffee table, back to the couch, back to the spot where they'd painted his nails just a few weeks prior. The places is looking distinctly more boxy than last time – Yuri is evidently packing up to move – but hey, it probably shouldn't get in the way of practising pickpocketing each other. )

So. I was thinking we could start off with you telling me just how experienced you are in this.

( The tail end of an eyebrow lifts a little way as he looks Stiles up and down – assessing. )

You're obviously not a novice, and I'd like to know what I'm working with.

[mensrea]

[ Lydia would love that outfit, is his first thought as he gives Yuri a scrutinizing once-over. Before an inevitable sense of homesickness can distract him, Stiles hurriedly latches onto the comment of “…definitely better than the last time we spoke.” What was that supposed to mean!? Okay, so it’s pretty obvious what it means. But still. A guy has a right to be defensive over his chosen style of dress. There’s nothing wrong with hoodies and flannels. Nothing whatsoever.

Sending his reflection another dubious glance, he wordlessly follows after the other man deeper into the townhouse, taking note of the boxes with a curious, nosy air. As he passes, his hands drum on the cardboard top of one, a restless movement he can’t quite help. The nails on that hand are the same pale rose pink from when Yuri painted them, though the majority are sadly chipped. Not nearly as fine and polished looking as the trickster’s. ]

I don’t have that much experience, honestly.

[ He pauses, reconsidering the statement. ]

Well… I guess I’m way better than a total novice. I’m pretty good at lifting things off people when I initiate a collision or something. I’m decent at sleight-of-hand tricks too. But without a kind of physical distraction, I don’t think I could pull off what you did in the Underground, y’know?