Pick and choose? That sounds incredibly depressing.
[Though it makes sense to him in a way--he's never been that great at juggling relationships to begin with. Or is it that he just was too scared to try? It's something he doesn't like to think about too often.]
Yes actually! That's only a few minutes away from my apartment. If you still need help looking for your wallet, I can meet you there.
Already said I would, right? Besides, this feels like one of those one one in a million encounters. I don't normally meet up with strangers like this, but it almost feels wrong not to at this point.
[And sending address now. It leads to a little coffee shop just ahead of Luke.]
see now I want to know how you normally meet up with strangers. [He knows that's not what Yuuri meant...] but you're right about that. being one in a million, I mean. I like taking my chances like this though
[At least the walk isn't long and he enters the coffee shop not long after. He still isn't entirely sure who he's looking for, but being inside is better than in.]
Try not at all. What about you? Does this kind of thing happen to you a lot?
[Luke's going along with this really easily, too, and it makes Yuuri wonder.]
It's not bad. Pretty strong, and it's cheap, too.
[Perfect for a student, in other words. Yuuri arrives at the shop not too long after Luke does, and he pauses in the doorway, scanning the room with curious eyes.]
Yeeeeah you could say that? Sometimes I travel a lot without meaning to and I end up having to find my way back more often than not. I'm used to it.
[Given the fact that Luke moves to answer the text by the time Yuuri enters the shop, it's pretty easy to spot him off to the side reading over the menu.]
Strong and cheap is good by me. I don't really like it any other way. Thanks for the tip.
What really?? That sounds pretty dangerous. Is there anyone you could call for some help?
[While Yuuri doesn't know how self sufficient Luke is, it sounds like a whole lot to deal with on your own regardless. His eyes spot Luke tapping at an answer, and he hesitantly moves toward him. Yuuri keeps his voice quiet, just in case he's wrong.]
Calling me your "savior" is probably exaggerating things a little.
[There's a softer, more timid quality to his voice that probably hadn't carried through the text. His eyes flick over to the menu, then back to Luke. He hesitates.]
Did you want anything? I'll cover you, and we can go looking for your wallet once we have our drinks.
Is it? You're the one bailing me out of a bind by helping. [He notices, but he doesn't say anything about it. He's not sure what to make of it mostly but he does chill out his own approach just a touch.] That's almost too nice of you, you know that? Helping me with my own screw-up and covering my coffee?
[...and yet.] Whatever's good and cheap. Never was raised to be picky about it, not gonna start now.
Hey, you were helping me procrastinate earlier, remember?
[That's not...exactly the most stellar of things to be grateful for, but considering how badly Yuuri handles things like this...
His mouth curls up slightly, amused.] I try to remind my roommate of that sometimes. We have too many things to pay for without being picky about our food. [Yuuri's definitely grinning now.] He gets really indignant about what Americans call "Thai" food.
I'm really good at that, it's true. Guess you could call it a talent. [His hands slip into his pockets and he tilts his head, still assessing Yuuri carefully.] Do I wanna know what's so bad about fake Thai?
[Even if Yuuri's shaking his head now and talking about Phichit's preferences, he can't really say anything himself. Not when he's looked at Americanized sushi and wondered what happened there.]
[Versus Luke who's apparently a garbage can and will eat whatever.]
Fair enough. I'm not sure what authentic Thai even tastes like but I'll take his word for it. It takes guts to have a strong enough opinion like that. [A grin follows though.] But...cheap and good coffee, and then we can figure out what to do from here. Sound like a plan?
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but of course there's a story. isn't there always? it's a story for another time that ties right into being a bad adult
[Give him a moment to send him a pin location of where he's at. For reasons beyond time and space, he's not that far from Yuuri.]
anything look familiar to you?
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[Though it makes sense to him in a way--he's never been that great at juggling relationships to begin with. Or is it that he just was too scared to try? It's something he doesn't like to think about too often.]
Yes actually! That's only a few minutes away from my apartment. If you still need help looking for your wallet, I can meet you there.
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man you don't have to do that...I mean I'd appreciate it since I have no idea where it could have disappeared to, but you really don't have to?
but text me the address and I guess we can go from there
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[And sending address now. It leads to a little coffee shop just ahead of Luke.]
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see now I want to know how you normally meet up with strangers. [He knows that's not what Yuuri meant...]
but you're right about that. being one in a million, I mean. I like taking my chances like this though
[At least the walk isn't long and he enters the coffee shop not long after. He still isn't entirely sure who he's looking for, but being inside is better than in.]
how's the coffee anyway?
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[Luke's going along with this really easily, too, and it makes Yuuri wonder.]
It's not bad. Pretty strong, and it's cheap, too.
[Perfect for a student, in other words. Yuuri arrives at the shop not too long after Luke does, and he pauses in the doorway, scanning the room with curious eyes.]
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[Given the fact that Luke moves to answer the text by the time Yuuri enters the shop, it's pretty easy to spot him off to the side reading over the menu.]
Strong and cheap is good by me. I don't really like it any other way. Thanks for the tip.
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[While Yuuri doesn't know how self sufficient Luke is, it sounds like a whole lot to deal with on your own regardless. His eyes spot Luke tapping at an answer, and he hesitantly moves toward him. Yuuri keeps his voice quiet, just in case he's wrong.]
Luke...?
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[He doesn't get to respond beyond that, but he hears Yuuri behind him and turns, cocking an eyebrow before there's a wiry grin in place.]
And you must be my savior of the day.
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[There's a softer, more timid quality to his voice that probably hadn't carried through the text. His eyes flick over to the menu, then back to Luke. He hesitates.]
Did you want anything? I'll cover you, and we can go looking for your wallet once we have our drinks.
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[...and yet.] Whatever's good and cheap. Never was raised to be picky about it, not gonna start now.
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[That's not...exactly the most stellar of things to be grateful for, but considering how badly Yuuri handles things like this...
His mouth curls up slightly, amused.] I try to remind my roommate of that sometimes. We have too many things to pay for without being picky about our food. [Yuuri's definitely grinning now.] He gets really indignant about what Americans call "Thai" food.
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[Even if Yuuri's shaking his head now and talking about Phichit's preferences, he can't really say anything himself. Not when he's looked at Americanized sushi and wondered what happened there.]
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Fair enough. I'm not sure what authentic Thai even tastes like but I'll take his word for it. It takes guts to have a strong enough opinion like that. [A grin follows though.] But...cheap and good coffee, and then we can figure out what to do from here. Sound like a plan?