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[goldenbishounen]

[OOC: More wangst. Follows this discussion between Yuuri and Wolfram.]

I need some time. That's what he said to me, and now I find myself echoing the sentiment in a wholly different way.

I am angry. At myself rather than at him. I had to push until I made him admit that he wasn't sure, that he was confused. I knew that, but there's

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[yuuri_maou]

*very unsuccessful in locating his wayward fiance, he wanders into the stables, intending on finding one of Wolfram's guards and asking if anyone would happen to know where Wolfram is hiding. He passes Ao's stall and stops to talk to him.*

Hey Ao. *he rubs the horse's nose and digs out a piece of apple to feed him* You wouldn't happen to have seen Wolfram anywhere, would you? Two stamps for yes, one for no, ok?

[goldenbishounen]

::the brush freezes in his hand at the familiar voice, and for a second he panics, not ready, not ready, but then he takes a breath and shoves the unfamiliar fear down, nothing has changed, and leans out over the door of the stall he's in, a few down from where Yuuri stands::

You wanted to see me?

::out of sight, his hand is clenched on the brush, nothing has changed, and he watches Yuuri curiously::

[yuuri_maou]

*he jumps at the sound of Wolfram's voice and turns around quickly* Wolfram! *he smiles sheepishly, trying to fight the blush that threatens to flood his face* There you are. *stalling for time, after all he hadn't actually planned out what he was going to say, he turns back to Ao.* Thanks for your help!

Though: yeah Yuur, that's real smart, make it look like you thought you were having a conversation with a horse. He probably already thinks you're a mental case.

Uh, were you busy?

[goldenbishounen]

::taking Yuuri's actions as a sign of nerves he steels himself before stepping out of the stall. Latching the door carefully behind him gives him the chance to turn away and try and school his expression to one of polite, disinterested curiousity. He's unsure of his success, as sudden memories of the moments just before Yuuri left him earlier make him feel flushed with foolish shame::

No, not busy. ::sets the brush down on the ledge beside him, wiping dust from his hands and striving for a business-like tone:: Was there a problem?