( the context is relatively ridiculous. Yuri is standing there, showering, as people who enjoy cleanliness and possess hot running water at no extra cost to their monthly bills might do. there, under the stream of blessedly warm water, a thought occurs.
an inspiration.
a remembrance.
he jolts forward, pulling back on the shower curtain and racing across linoleum and swept (but not recently polished) wood floor to the counter, dripping water as he goes. this is fine. he probably needs to mop anyway, and he just remembered what the hell he'd been planning to send to this guy earlier that day.
which is how it comes to be that Yuri Plisetsky is idly thankful he doesn't have a roommate at the moment, considering he's standing buck naked in his kitchen dripping all over the place and frowning as his phone half fails to recognise his finger tapping on the surface when he's texting Karkat the following: )
text | i promised
an inspiration.
a remembrance.
he jolts forward, pulling back on the shower curtain and racing across linoleum and swept (but not recently polished) wood floor to the counter, dripping water as he goes. this is fine. he probably needs to mop anyway, and he just remembered what the hell he'd been planning to send to this guy earlier that day.
which is how it comes to be that Yuri Plisetsky is idly thankful he doesn't have a roommate at the moment, considering he's standing buck naked in his kitchen dripping all over the place and frowning as his phone half fails to recognise his finger tapping on the surface when he's texting Karkat the following: )
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