Snake (mxm) (Rever series 3)

Snake 7

He'd totally intended to leave after the fish sticks and french fries... but then there was ice cream, so he'd had to push off his departure by another thirty minutes or so. Unfortunately, it seemed like Gin had forgotten to actually put his clothes in the dryer, too, and since it was going to be close to freezing outside soon and he'd likely need the extra layers, he'd had to grudgingly stay longer, again.

By the time he heard the machine buzz that it was done, he was half asleep on the couch staring at some nature documentary that Gin had to watch for one of his biology classes. It took him a few moments to realize that the machine had even finished, then another minute to push himself up. Except, strong but careful arms gently guided him back down against the warmth he'd been resting against.

"It's almost over, Sparky. Just stay till it ends?" came Gin's voice from right above his head.

He could feel the man's words vibrating all around him, making him realize that he'd actually crawled into his lap at some point. There was even a knitted blanket covering them both.

Trap...

There was no way he wasn't getting up immediately. If he fell asleep now, he definitely wouldn't be waking up anytime soon. He was just about to push himself up again when he realized something he really should have a lot sooner.

I'm getting way too used to this guy...

A certain scaly friend had secured itself beneath his hoodie and was comfortably coiled around his waist and part of his right leg.

"You do realize that this isn't fair?" he grumbled as he settled down again, pouting as he glared at the hallway leading to the laundry room, then farther down, the elevator area.

He felt himself being suddenly squeezed tighter in Gin's arms and grunted, squirming a bit at the unfamiliar attention. Hugs he didn't initiate were rarely good. They meant that he was usually being grabbed from behind and if he didn't break out of them soon enough, he'd get pinned or thrown against something.

His fight or flight response kicked in, and thankfully for Gin, he managed to wrestle back the fight one. The flight one, however, kicked into overdrive, allowing him to wiggle his way out of the guy's arms and fumble awkwardly onto the cushions beside him. The entire time he was moving he heard his new belt rattle, but the warning was ignored, because honestly, a snake bite from a venomous reptile was preferred over most of the situations he'd had to fight his way out of in the past few years.

Gin looked a little startled by his sudden freak-out, but he quickly calmed himself and offered a reassuring smile. "I'm sorry," he said, knowing that he'd likely caused whatever had happened.

Dammit. I love hugging, but sometimes it just scares the shit out of me. Especially if he isn't let go the first time he tried to move out of one. Seeing the hidden look of upset on Gin's face also hurt a lot. After so many years of pretending to play nice with people, he was quite used to seeing when smiles were fake. At least part of Gin's was real... he was just trying to calm him down without allowing himself to get up and flitter around him worriedly.

It was appreciated.

"I'm just gonna go get my spare clothes and head out," he mumbled as he slowly got up from the couch, watching the other man carefully, though he felt terrible for it. He knew that Gin wasn't the type of person his father was, but you couldn't just shrug off ingrained reactions and emotions.

"A-alright, Sparky," Gin said, clearly upset but not wanting to be more of a bother.

I'm sorry. I should have never come here.

Pyre tried to give him a reassuring smile, but he knew that it likely looked more like a grimace, so he just hurried down the hall. The laundry room was a tiny little area tucked off to the side and when he stepped inside, warmth enveloped him. He let out an exhausted sigh and turned toward the door.