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[juniorchampion]

(Yuri reveals him, the finery replaced with rough, cheap cloth, but his hair is still well cared for and golden, his eyes still the familiar blue-green of royalty. Instead of looking like a commoner, he looks like a badly done parody of a commoner.)

I'm already disguised.

(His next destination is the bag as he idly scratches at his side.)

We didn't have anything less itchy? (Maybe he didn't hate everything about expensive clothes.) Is there food? (Almost murdered? Time for snacks.)

[enthusiasticapplause]

You're... mostly disguised. We'll need to get you a hat or... something.

[ There are a lot of very distinguishing features about Yuri's face, not the least of which is just how clean it all is. The thought of rolling the prince around in the dirt makes Otabek's lips twitch slightly and he has to cough for an excuse to cover them.

The mention of food reminds him and he pushes himself to his feet once more, groaning slightly as muscles that haven't ridden that hard or that long in a while protest the movement. He digs into one of the bags and comes back with a small pouch. ]

Some dried beef. It isn't much, but hopefully we will be able to get some more things when we reach the nearest village.

[juniorchampion]

If I'm going to be poor, why did I waste money on a hat?

(He's thinking through the cover story, but mayhe he should take it a little more seriously. For all his bravado, Yuri doesn't want to die, but like hell he'll show it.

... Though, if he pushes that line if thought, Otabek may very well make him shave his head, and Yuri likes his hair... )

Nevermind, a hat's good.

Thanks. (With a grateful smile - - Otabek is a rare recipient - - the blond prince accepts the jerky. )

When we get to town, I want to get some snacks.

[enthusiasticapplause]

[ Don't you worry, Otabek will never make you shave your head, Yuri. He likes your hair, too. ]

Hats are important when you work out in the fields. It helps to protect your head and neck from burning.

[ He settles back down again under the tent, reaching into the bag to pull out a piece of the jerky for himself as well, absently gnawing on it. ]

It'll all have to be things that will last a bit. And cheap. We only have so much on us, unless you're willing to do some manual labor for a bit.

[ Otabek is but... He glances up toward Yuri, finally gesturing toward the space next to him under the tent. ]

Lay down. Rest.

[juniorchampion]

In the fields?

(Yuri guesses that makes sense. The sun is hot, and if you're working in the fields, under its glare, you'd want protection. The difference would be the material, probably, something wide-rimmed instead of the usual fancy decorations.

Yeah, he could probably do that. He can handle a disguise.

At the instruction, the thin blond falls beneath the tent and spreads out his arms, more in complaint than anything else, but since he actually likes Otabek, he doesn't actually hit him with his open arms. However, even laying down, his eyes don't close. Instead, they stay trained on the thin fabric above them.

Men had tried to kill him. Now that the adrenaline is dying, that reality hits him.)

I'm too pissed to sleep.

[enthusiasticapplause]

[ An amused smile graces Otabek's face, a rare sight indeed and one that Yuri still won't be privy to as he remains sitting up and staring off toward the creek and the horses. Of course he'd be too pissed to sleep. Otabek himself wanted nothing more than to return to the palace and get some use out of his too many years of sword training. ]

Perhaps counting could help.

[ He glances over his shoulder and down at the stretched out form of his prince, the smile carefully erased from his features. ]

The heads of your enemies, of course. Not sheep.

[ Oh. Oh, his lips are twitching. Time to look away again. ]