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Gyuri was expecting some sort of heartfelt speech about how they should go home, face their fathers, and deal with the respective problems. It was the 'right' thing to do after all... and yet that wasn't what Borra was suggesting. Instead he was saying that they should never go home, that they should roam the world with the troupe, and experience new things. He found himself smiling and nodding, "That's a good idea." He murmured, feeling that he rather liked the idea of just staying with the troupe for now. This was where he wanted to be, with the people that he cared about, and if Borra supported the idea then he was more then okay with it.

The surprises kept coming too as Borra was suddenly leaning into and giving him a hug, yet another thing that was unexpected but welcome. Lifting his arms he wrapped them around Borra, hugging him close, and just let himself enjoy the moment for as long as it lasted. How long should he hug him? What was the length of a friendly hug between guys? Gyuri had no clue but figured that Borra would let him know. He'd give him a look or a nudge or just pull away he figured.

"Eh? Oh... thanks..." Upon being told that he had a lovely voice and the he should sing Gyuri's skin seemed to darken with a blush, something that would only be noticable to someone who was close enough to him to see it against his dark skin. Someone like Borra given he was as close as person could possibly get, "I... ahh... will have to decline, but thank you."

Feeling Borra starting to move and to lean back Gyuri loosened his hold on him so that he could move away any time he wanted. He wanted to shake his head when he was told that Borra thought that Gyuri could sing, but he didn't. He supposed he was right in that 'could' do it, he just didn't think that he wanted to. He had a hard enough time talking in front of people so how would he go about singing to them? It was an idea that left the big man a bit dizzy just thinking about it. What Borra said next though did have him shaking his head, "I like your singing." He was quick to protest when Borra said that he didn't have the greatest voice. It might be partially Gyuri being biased but he really didn't care. He liked Borra's voice, liked his singing, as well as the music he played, he liked all of it.

"Wait... what?" He murmured, coming out of his thoughts to realize that Borra was planning something for them, something about them 'trying news together' and instantly his mind went racing through various 'new things' that he was more then happy to try with Borra. All things he'd keep to himself though because speaking them out loud would likely get him in trouble with his friend. Instead he tried to think a bit harder on the question, trying to think of things that didn't involve the two of them getting more 'well acquainted' with each other. No, something normal for guys their age to do together he told himself sternly. He finally gave a shake of his head and asked, "Not sure... any ideas?" Maybe Borra would come up with something better and more appropriate he thought to himself in a hopeful manner.

Dancing?! No, no... dancing was even worse then singing! Not to mention that he doubted very highly that he had the right body for dancing. Borra, sure, he was of a build that would probably make him look good dancing alongside Eira, but Gyuri was far too big for that sort of thing, wasn't he? Giving a soft sound in his throat he was about to ask if it would be alright if the two of them just went fishing instead, that was something that he knew he could do! The words never came out though, not because Gyuri was exhausted by talking at this point, which was partially true, it was more because he never got the chance.

Borra, who had been trying to move away from him and out of their hug, was suddenly returning at a speed Gyuri wasn't quite prepared for and the two of them collided together in some sort of painful mix of headbutt and kiss, neither of which he felt was on purpose. It didn't matter though, not to Gyuri at least, neither did the pain that he should be experiencing. In fact he didn't even seem to realize that he had gotten a blow to the head because all that really mattered to him was the kiss. Sure, it wasn't a real kiss, it was an accidental brushing of their mouths, but it was still something that had his heart thudding in his chest. Borra had kissed him was all his heart was screaming about, and it took the completely enamored man a moment to realize that Borra was talking to him.

"H-Huh?" He struggled a moment, trying to figure out what it was he was saying, then it clicked when he started to feel the throbbing in his head. Oh, right, the headbutt he thought to himself before he said, "I'm fine... what about you?" lifting a hand up he let it hover near Borra's head in a concerned fashion, afraid that his hard head might have given his crush a concussion.

Gyuri could only nod his head, not wanting to let him know anything that had been racing through his mind prior to asking Borra if he was alright. Pushing up to his feet at Borra's suggestion he gave a nod, "We should go to him." Best to have the healer in their group look Borra over, to make sure that no harm or damage was done. If he ended up knocked out of commission Gyuri knew that Eira would come after him and that scared him almost more then anything else. As such, before the two of them were forced to endure their troupe leader's wrath, they should just get a quick healing session instead.

As Borra got up he reached out to take his hand, drawing it over to hook it around one of Gyuri's arms. This way at least he would have something to hold onto. The damp ground here in Jauhar could be as slippery as the ice back home it would seem and Gyuri meant to keep Borra safely up right until they found Makani. He took a couple steps forward, keeping his pace slow, and did his best not to wince as Borra returned to talk of dance lessons that would come after they got their check up. Here he was hoping he might forget about that... but it seemed that while he was lucky enough to get a kiss of sorts he wasn't lucky enough to get out of dancing. He supposed that he would have to take whatever Bergchi would grant him thought.