-- Korey "Lover Boy" Volk. could spend days on days entangled together in bed. So, there's going to be some interruptions. On the other side, a side that I don't openly admit to at the moment because I'm afraid that it'll jinx everything from today. With the way ραιѕℓєу ραηﻭ. has --

-- pleaded for me not to go silent? I can't and don't want to risk it. Nosing against her cheek, I peel back and nod over my shoulder. "Suppose that means we've got to get going, hm? They'll have to give us ::some:: credit when we get back. I'll give them credit if they're --

-- not hastily tugging on clothes as we walk through the door." Snickering quietly and lifting my brows in a suggestive way, I start us off back the way we came. We've come so far, that I honestly stop so that we can grab a taxi. There's plenty of them for the tourists. If --

-- we don't snag one of those? I'll tough it out, or we can call someone. Simple as that.

Lips turning up in the corners and eyes glancing to the side to show off the expression to ραιѕℓєу ραηﻭ., I've long since given up holding back or being taken aback by my own reactions. Things run a lot smoother when I'm not constantly worrying that one smile makes me --

-- guilty. That's not to say that I won't later, when I'm laying in bed and surrendering to my thoughts. But here? Now? With ραιѕℓєу ραηﻭ. nudging me the way she does and cheering over our small victories? I forget to think about it. Elbow bumping hers, I snicker --

-- quietly and let my eyes drop to my feet as we walk, There's not a doubt in me that Hikaru Titachin and Korey "Lover Boy" Volk. not only know we're here, but listen to our approach. ::They:: texted us, so if we walk in and they're anything less than decent, it's on them-- not us. --

-- Reaching for the door, I twist my key in it's slot and listen as it unlocks, further twisting the knob to press the door open for ραιѕℓєу ραηﻭ.. "We always make it work," I say, a passing statement as she's given the room to move by me and into the space. Almost instantly --

-- greeted with the inviting scent of a caramel candle (or something similar), I smirk and follow suit into the room. ραιѕℓєу ραηﻭ. carries the bags of goodies that we got for us ::and:: them, and it's only a matter of time before they ask. Trust me, I don't drop my --

-- expressions just because we enter Hikaru Titachin and Korey "Lover Boy" Volk.'s presence. Maybe I'm supposed, and maybe they ease up ::slightly::, but the grin is still there, as is the flush from a day in the sun and wind of the city. We've been ::busy::. Whether ραιѕℓєу ραηﻭ. --

-- knows it or not, her thoughts align perfectly with what I need; time. Time to feel this out, and time to figure out what it means-- for her, for me, for the both of us. I need it without others input, though I'm sure we're both going to receive it. I won't fault or --

-- guilt Hikaru Titachin or Korey "Lover Boy" Volk. for that, because I'm sane enough to know that they mean well by it. At least I am right now. Never the first to say the first word presently, I think I choose to just settle at the windows bench seat and look between the three --

-- of them until someone else decides to speak up; be it ραιѕℓєу ραηﻭ. on them, or Hikaru Titachin on us being late, or Korey "Lover Boy" Volk. with his limitless list of questions, I'll bite at any of the bate.

I don't miss the way that Hikaru Titachin watches me, even if I don't make eye-contact and only catch it out of my periphery at first. It's not until he just about looks away that I turn cheek and pull a face at him in the last second, something like a grin curling just at the --

-- corner of my lip. He looks away just in time for Korey "Lover Boy" Volk. to start questioning, and it leaves me pursing my lips. "I ::do:: know how to have fun, #Korey, believe it or not." Leaving it at that, I draw one of my knees into a bend, foot resting on the --

-- window seat with me. Let them pick through the sweets, if it keeps the questions at bay and puts ραιѕℓєу ραηﻭ. and I in the clear. Do I think that they're clueless? No. But it's our business until we say otherwise. Or rather, it's none of Korey "Lover Boy" Volk.'s business, because--

-- Hikaru Titachin didn't ask. Sometimes, I just have to give his boyfriend a hard time. He hasn't figured me out yet, and until he does? I'll continue to give him a hard time. It's all in good fun! Mostly. "Yoga. We tried yoga and it seemed to work a lot. I used to --

-- do it before each full moon, sometimes just the day of.. sometimes each day the week of. It helps. It centers you. My next option was meditation. I'm not ::as:: good at that, but I had a mentor before.. he was." Offering of that bit of information, I settle more --

-- comfortably and hope that I left no room for judgement or pressing. I probably did.

Miss this home slice.