kai.
Kai reaches out, brushing at Finn with the very tips of his fingers, and withdrawing only when the latter moves to sit down beside him. Hands move with a certain grace, just like how every part of him moves, unwitting and beautiful as a result. At least, it would be beautiful, if one were to pick up on and appreciate such things. “Cheers to my honor and all that.” He replies, a smile playing at his lips just like it always seems to be, and his fingers wrapping about the neck of the bottle to bring it to his lips. A sip later, and he’s handing it back again with a little sigh of contentment that has him leaning back against the sofa. “This isn’t a sneaky excuse to see Yuri, is it? ‘Cause he isn’t home.”
Finn, the kind to pick up on and appreciate such things, keeps observations to themselves. For someone usually stained in the glow of lesser neon, it would be easy to misunderstand them as a person drawn to darkness but Finn has an affinity for light. They sink into Kai’s now, content to bask. Small suns always have had a knack for drawing them unwittingly into their orbits. Hands reoccupy the neck of the shared bottle, lips quick to follow for a swig. Upon Kai’s remark, another. They make an offering of it again, thumb of their free hand rising to wipe moisture from the corner of their mouth, “I don’t need sneaky excuses to see Yuri. Rest assured my cursed presence is for you.”













