[ Arthur laughs, pleased with the reaction - both that it riles him up a little and that he drags it on right away. (This isn't about cheering him up-- not really, anyway, he figures Mickey would react poorly to anything that could be misconstrued as patronizing, but it's something, at least.) ]
You look very cute, [ he says in a faux-sincere voice, as he heads to the kitchen. Over his shoulder, ] Mikhailo sounds fine to me, mate. Why's it a problem?
[ The fact that he can pronounce that is because he also speaks Welsh, which is fucking insane. Anyway, he yanks something out of a cabinet and returns, holding up a bottle of vodka. Not the one the younger man left in his room that one night (that they probably won't ever speak of), but a replacement. ]
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You look very cute, [ he says in a faux-sincere voice, as he heads to the kitchen. Over his shoulder, ] Mikhailo sounds fine to me, mate. Why's it a problem?
[ The fact that he can pronounce that is because he also speaks Welsh, which is fucking insane. Anyway, he yanks something out of a cabinet and returns, holding up a bottle of vodka. Not the one the younger man left in his room that one night (that they probably won't ever speak of), but a replacement. ]