[Yuri scoffs a little, padding to the kitchen and pulling a plastic-wrap-covered plate out of the fridge and...perhaps bending over a little longer than strictly necessary.] With starting the microwave?
[To be fair, the piroshki he's heating up are ones he made himself, but it's quicker to reheat them than make new ones. Still, he grins over his shoulder at Otabek, somehow balancing Yulia on his shoulders, even while bent in half.] Unless you wanna make something else?
[ Well, if Yuri's just going to go ahead and show off for him, Otabek is going to take full advantage and look, his head tilted slightly to get the best view.
He drops himself down onto the seat with a faint smile and shakes his head. ]
You were prepared. I'll just wait here, then. Piroshki sound great.
I've always got piroshki. [Yulia ruins Otabek's view, suddenly standing and padding down the line of Yuri's back, then leaping from his butt to the countertop. Yuri doesn't seem bothered, sticking the plate in the microwave, then crossing his arms and tapping his foot impatiently, glaring at the numbers like it'll make them go faster.
[ Otabek blinks at that and lifts his gaze, his brows furrowing together a little at the sudden admission. He opens his mouth to say something but snaps it shut again as he thinks on it, frowning down at the floor instead, as if it would have the answers. ]
I'd be here every day if I could.
[ He finally lifts his eyes again and lets out a quiet sigh before he smiles faintly. ]</small.
We'd never practice if I was.
[ 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?
[Yuri makes a low, grumbly sound, pulling open the microwave, standing on his tiptoes to do so and gently headbutting at the underside of Otabek's chin in the process.]
You're not. [There's no challenge in it this time, and after he sets the plate down, he leans back, grabbing one arm and holding onto it.]
[ The words still make him smile a little and he tilts his head in order to bury his face into Yuri's hair. It's soft, and he smells nice, and he's more than happy to just stay wrapped up with him like this while they wait on the piroshki. ]
That won't stop me from trying.
[ He closes his eyes and tightens his hold on Yuri, pulling him closer. ]
I'd drop everything and move here if it was feasible, but it's just... not.
[The piroshki are ready, Otabek, you ain't slick. Still, Yuri stays, leaning backwards, closing his eyes as well and, for once, letting himself relax a little. He squirms a little, wrinkling his nose.]
Why not? [He's trying not to sound petulant, but still.]
Yuri grumbles again, softer, then straightens up and turns around so he's facing Otabek, reaching up and touching his face in a rare, genuine show of affection.]
[He pauses, wiggles his fingers, then squirms away, clearing his throat a couple times and starting to divide the now-hot food onto two plates.] Y'know. Cause she. Misses you.
[It's muttered through the most severe of blushes, but then Yuri is dropping into the seat next to Otabek's, sticking both bare feet in the other boy's lap and balancing both plates of food on his legs. Because fuck tables, that's why.]
He smiles and rests his hands on the ankles across his lap, lightly running his fingers back and forth across them while he gives the food time to cool off.
...Although maybe that's a bad idea right now. It's entirely possible something will get spilled. ]
[Because that makes sense, right? Either way, Yuri huffs out a soft sound that might mean he's ticklish. Then again his feet are all bandaged up, old blisters and calluses wrapped to keep them from hurting. Skaters feet.]
[Yuri is gnawing ferociously at his lower lip, cheeks red, staring intently at Otabek with wide, bright eyes. He swallows tightly, exhales, points his toes.]
[ He smiles as he settles back to enjoy the snack, his stomach thankful for the treat. His free hand settles on Yuri's leg again and absently runs back and forth, his eyes sliding sideways to look at him. ]
[It's simultaneously embarrassed and flirty, and Yuri immediately stuffs his face to try and hide the fact that he just attempted a flirt. The hand on his leg prompts one socked foot to move, nudge gently at the inside of Otabek's leg, just above his knee. Curious.]
Come over more often. [Too soft to be a demand, which is strange for him.]
[ He cants his head to the side slightly as he glances over at him, his lips curling slightly. He caught that little bit of a flirt. Don't think he didn't.
The request, soft as it was, gives him pause and he closes his eyes for a moment. ]
I'll be here as often as I can.
[ They open again as he looks toward Yuri, reaching out to tangle his fingers in a hand that's not busy. ]
But you need to come to me sometimes, too. I'm just as busy as you are, you know. Busier, sometimes!
[ Do you know how hard it is to be an entire country's Hero? ]
[Yuri scoffs, rolling his eyes, but he squeezes the hand tangled with his, rubs his thumb over Otabek's knuckles.]
Busy learning how to do a double without wobbling, maybe. [He's teasing, putting the plate aside suddenly, scooting his chair closer, leaning in until they're almost nose-to-nose.]
If you're inviting me, I'll come. When I have time.
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[To be fair, the piroshki he's heating up are ones he made himself, but it's quicker to reheat them than make new ones. Still, he grins over his shoulder at Otabek, somehow balancing Yulia on his shoulders, even while bent in half.] Unless you wanna make something else?
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He drops himself down onto the seat with a faint smile and shakes his head. ]
You were prepared. I'll just wait here, then. Piroshki sound great.
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Abruptly:] You should come over more.
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I'd be here every day if I could.
[ He finally lifts his eyes again and lets out a quiet sigh before he smiles faintly. ]</small. We'd never practice if I was.
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That doesn't sound so bad.
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You have to practice, Yura. We both do. How else am I going to beat you?
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You're not. [There's no challenge in it this time, and after he sets the plate down, he leans back, grabbing one arm and holding onto it.]
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That won't stop me from trying.
[ He closes his eyes and tightens his hold on Yuri, pulling him closer. ]
I'd drop everything and move here if it was feasible, but it's just... not.
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Why not? [He's trying not to sound petulant, but still.]
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Even if he can't see the wrinkled nose, Otabek can practically hear it happening, and he closes his eyes. ]
It's... selfish. Almaty is glad to have me home. And I can't just ask my coach to uproot himself for me. Again.
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Yuri grumbles again, softer, then straightens up and turns around so he's facing Otabek, reaching up and touching his face in a rare, genuine show of affection.]
Then visit a lot. That's not selfish.
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He turns his head inward so that he can place a kiss against Yuri's palm, smiling into it slightly. ]
I'll try to find more time, but only if you promise to come out to Almaty more, too.
[ He can't be the only one spending all of his money on travel! ]
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[He pauses, wiggles his fingers, then squirms away, clearing his throat a couple times and starting to divide the now-hot food onto two plates.] Y'know. Cause she. Misses you.
[He's not blushing, YOU'RE blushing!]
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[ The cat's cute. And let's be honest, Yuri would probably go insane if he didn't have her with him.
Otabek smiles as he turns to head back to the other room to drop back into the seat again, leaning back to watch Yuri divvy up the food. ]
I miss her, too.
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[It's muttered through the most severe of blushes, but then Yuri is dropping into the seat next to Otabek's, sticking both bare feet in the other boy's lap and balancing both plates of food on his legs. Because fuck tables, that's why.]
Careful, it's hot.
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[ That makes sense, Yuri. (No it doesn't).
He smiles and rests his hands on the ankles across his lap, lightly running his fingers back and forth across them while he gives the food time to cool off.
...Although maybe that's a bad idea right now. It's entirely possible something will get spilled. ]
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[Because that makes sense, right? Either way, Yuri huffs out a soft sound that might mean he's ticklish. Then again his feet are all bandaged up, old blisters and calluses wrapped to keep them from hurting. Skaters feet.]
Hey. Weirdo. Stop that.
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[ Otabek continues to smile faintly as his fingers keep moving up and down Yuri's ankle with purpose. ]
Touching you?
[ He lifts his gaze to look over at him, his head tipping slightly. ]
Because I won't.
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Your food's getting cold.
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[ And it's cute.
Still, Otabek will reach for one of the piroshki and take a bite of it, closing his eyes briefly as he enjoys the flavor. ]
Who made these?
[ They're either Grandpa or Yuri. Either way, he likes it. ]
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[That doesn't make any logical sense at all. But Yuri's too pleased by Otabek's reaction to the piroshki to care much. He grins, triumphant.]
I did! It's no big deal, it was easy. [...yeah, he definitely spent like 4 hours making them, shhh.]
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[ He smiles as he settles back to enjoy the snack, his stomach thankful for the treat. His free hand settles on Yuri's leg again and absently runs back and forth, his eyes sliding sideways to look at him. ]
...I like this.
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[It's simultaneously embarrassed and flirty, and Yuri immediately stuffs his face to try and hide the fact that he just attempted a flirt. The hand on his leg prompts one socked foot to move, nudge gently at the inside of Otabek's leg, just above his knee. Curious.]
Come over more often. [Too soft to be a demand, which is strange for him.]
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[ He cants his head to the side slightly as he glances over at him, his lips curling slightly. He caught that little bit of a flirt. Don't think he didn't.
The request, soft as it was, gives him pause and he closes his eyes for a moment. ]
I'll be here as often as I can.
[ They open again as he looks toward Yuri, reaching out to tangle his fingers in a hand that's not busy. ]
But you need to come to me sometimes, too. I'm just as busy as you are, you know. Busier, sometimes!
[ Do you know how hard it is to be an entire country's Hero? ]
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Busy learning how to do a double without wobbling, maybe. [He's teasing, putting the plate aside suddenly, scooting his chair closer, leaning in until they're almost nose-to-nose.]
If you're inviting me, I'll come. When I have time.
i'm sorry i'm slow but i'm happy you keep tagging me back uwu
Of course of course!! I stepped on my laptop and broke it so I'm also slow, sob
good god i hope you've fixed that problem since then D8