[ Otabek watches Yuri silently for a moment before he pushes himself back up to his feet again to pad into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around him from behind. He presses his lips to the back of Yuri's head and sighs. ]
You have to practice, Yura. We both do. How else am I going to beat you?
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You have to practice, Yura. We both do. How else am I going to beat you?