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You named your kitten after another Russian skater? I'm sure she's honored!
Mine have much less thoughtful names. Caramel, Cream, and Honey. I was going to name them Bronze, Silver, and Gold, but Yuuri said that was kind of sad, since no one is ever content with second or third place.
Mine have much less thoughtful names. Caramel, Cream, and Honey. I was going to name them Bronze, Silver, and Gold, but Yuuri said that was kind of sad, since no one is ever content with second or third place.
Good! And they're my babies, so of course I want them to know I love them equally. But they're colored like the medals, so I thought it would be cute...
Well that's true... but don't you wear your cat as a scarf sometimes?
That would be so cute!! But they'd probably poop all over it.
( ( I'm sorry for tag delays! I've been fighting off a stupid cold for a few days. Doesn't it know I have things to do? )
Right. My mistake. You didn't miss me at all.
[ Otabek's glad that he's one of the only people who gets to see just how stupidly, ridiculously cute Yuri is. His grandpa gets to see it, too, but in a different way. He tilts his head down presses another kiss to the top of Yuri's head, hiding his grin against it. ]
The Ice Tiger of Russia doesn't miss people.
Right. My mistake. You didn't miss me at all.
[ Otabek's glad that he's one of the only people who gets to see just how stupidly, ridiculously cute Yuri is. His grandpa gets to see it, too, but in a different way. He tilts his head down presses another kiss to the top of Yuri's head, hiding his grin against it. ]
The Ice Tiger of Russia doesn't miss people.
[[ooc: damn you cold, there are sappy ice skaters to make smooch!! hope you feel better though D:]]
Damn right he doesn't. [Yuri huffs out a smug little sound, smushes his cheek to Otabek's chest for a moment more, then abruptly pulls away. Just like that, time to step away, to pick up Yulia and drape her over his shoulders.]
C'mon, want food?
Damn right he doesn't. [Yuri huffs out a smug little sound, smushes his cheek to Otabek's chest for a moment more, then abruptly pulls away. Just like that, time to step away, to pick up Yulia and drape her over his shoulders.]
C'mon, want food?
I wish I could litter train my hamsters. Maybe that'll be my next off-season project!
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