[ The response is immediate. He stepped into the elevator, fingers intertwining with Otabek's as he did. Otabek's reaction to his own - that laugh - it was so unusual to hear. He enjoyed it more than anything at the moment. The elevator doors closed, and he hit the button to his floor - the top one - eleven - at this hotel.
He was excited, a little anxious, about everything he had planned for the night. He wanted to be sure it was perfect, and that everything he was doing for Otabek went as he had intended and planned. More importantly - he hoped the other would like it. ]
I should have gotten you a spare set of gloves.
[ He considered that for a moment. A missed opportunity. Still, it's not like it bothered him to hold onto Otabek's hands until they were warmer. Another ding came from the elevator. His floor. There were very few rooms up here, all large - penthouse-size spaces. Usually, when he visited, he would stay in small spaces. Places that wouldn't get attention so that he could enjoy time with just himself and Otabek without any distractions. But - it was Valentine's Day and how was he supposed to make it special in a place where he couldn't make it look exactly as he wanted.
He had decorated nicely - Otabek would notice the moment he stepped into the room. It was a very clean space with red details which he had clearly added. There was a table set up in the room, food already sitting out, and a large vase of a variety of flowers. Some roses, violets, so there were scattered reds and blues. The gifts were neatly wrapped, but hidden away. One thing at a time. ]
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[ The response is immediate. He stepped into the elevator, fingers intertwining with Otabek's as he did. Otabek's reaction to his own - that laugh - it was so unusual to hear. He enjoyed it more than anything at the moment. The elevator doors closed, and he hit the button to his floor - the top one - eleven - at this hotel.
He was excited, a little anxious, about everything he had planned for the night. He wanted to be sure it was perfect, and that everything he was doing for Otabek went as he had intended and planned. More importantly - he hoped the other would like it. ]
I should have gotten you a spare set of gloves.
[ He considered that for a moment. A missed opportunity. Still, it's not like it bothered him to hold onto Otabek's hands until they were warmer. Another ding came from the elevator. His floor. There were very few rooms up here, all large - penthouse-size spaces. Usually, when he visited, he would stay in small spaces. Places that wouldn't get attention so that he could enjoy time with just himself and Otabek without any distractions. But - it was Valentine's Day and how was he supposed to make it special in a place where he couldn't make it look exactly as he wanted.
He had decorated nicely - Otabek would notice the moment he stepped into the room. It was a very clean space with red details which he had clearly added. There was a table set up in the room, food already sitting out, and a large vase of a variety of flowers. Some roses, violets, so there were scattered reds and blues. The gifts were neatly wrapped, but hidden away. One thing at a time. ]