[If he had brought wine, he better have intended to share, geez! The least he can do, after enjoying the show.
Chuuya's slowing down by the time Fyodor starts clapping, so when he looks up he's breathing a little heavily, sweat beading his brow and eyes going wide in surprise.
That... was a face he hadn't seen in awhile.] Fyodor? When did you get back?
[It's not... sharp, in the way Fyodor might have expected. It's surprise and confusion, but not the rage that would have come if Chuuya had been fresh from everything back home. His brow furrows, taking in the way Fyodor is perched and the clapping--]
Wait... how long have you been watching me?!
[Oh that's embarrassing. He reaches up to wipe sweat from his forehead, the flush on his face entirely from exertion thank you very much.] Y'could warn a guy, geez.
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Chuuya's slowing down by the time Fyodor starts clapping, so when he looks up he's breathing a little heavily, sweat beading his brow and eyes going wide in surprise.
That... was a face he hadn't seen in awhile.] Fyodor? When did you get back?
[It's not... sharp, in the way Fyodor might have expected. It's surprise and confusion, but not the rage that would have come if Chuuya had been fresh from everything back home. His brow furrows, taking in the way Fyodor is perched and the clapping--]
Wait... how long have you been watching me?!
[Oh that's embarrassing. He reaches up to wipe sweat from his forehead, the flush on his face entirely from exertion thank you very much.] Y'could warn a guy, geez.