[ Yuri's hair suits him like that, Flynn thinks idly, pulled up like that and out of the way. His hair suits him anyway, of course, but Flynn particularly likes it like this.

Which is really not what he should be focusing on. He snorts at the gentle ribbing, already bending to start picking up Yuri's things from the messy pile he just left them in. ]

You haven't even tried it, so you can't say anything, but regardless, I'll get this place in working order while you're gone and make sure the rice is good. Hopefully nothing's taken up residence in it.

[ He sounds way too enthused about this prospect, smiling happily to himself at the idea of an hour or so spent deep-cleaning. There's nothing like cleaning to let his mind wander and process and work his body at the same time, and with such satisfying results. It's always been Flynn's way of feeling just that little bit more in control of his surroundings, and if he's going to live here, then it's going to be clean, damn it. ]

Try to return before it gets too dark, if you can.