He would deny being anxious about this, but Yuri certainly felt it. He had wondered if seeing if the Perimeter guard could get him such a thing was- well, a little too much. He hadn't even known if they would, or could- but then there it was. The keys handed over to Yuri, and his heart in his throat. No take backs now, he supposed.
There had been nothing else for it but to message Otabek, and to give it to him. Simple, right? No big deal between friends. An apology for Yuri's wild outburst the other night, and his inability to articulate why it had pissed him off so badly. He hadn't wanted to act like that in front of Otabek, but everything that Viktor and Yuuri had told him- it had just been a little too much. And they didn't seem to understand...
It still bothered him, truth be told. Was still weighing heavily on his heart, leaving him feeling high strung; emotional. For now though, he was doing his best to tamp it down. To not allow it to get to him, because Otabek was there, and he deserved better.
Leaning against the building with one hand in his hoodie, and the other gripping his phone was the unmistakeable Yuri Plisetsky. He was wearing a black hoodie with leopard print highlights; a little unzipped and revealing a loose fitting black crew neck top underneath. He was chewing the inside of his cheek, his own black jeans artfully ripped, and showing flashes of pale skin. His sneakers were the red leopard print variety, and overall Yuri looked very much the punk ass kid he liked to portray.
He looked up as Otabek approached, saluting the other with two fingers, and pushing off the wall.
"Hey," he greeted, his frown softening into something more friendly, bumping his elbow gently into Otabek's in greeting, "Thanks for meeting me down here,"
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There had been nothing else for it but to message Otabek, and to give it to him. Simple, right? No big deal between friends. An apology for Yuri's wild outburst the other night, and his inability to articulate why it had pissed him off so badly. He hadn't wanted to act like that in front of Otabek, but everything that Viktor and Yuuri had told him- it had just been a little too much. And they didn't seem to understand...
It still bothered him, truth be told. Was still weighing heavily on his heart, leaving him feeling high strung; emotional. For now though, he was doing his best to tamp it down. To not allow it to get to him, because Otabek was there, and he deserved better.
Leaning against the building with one hand in his hoodie, and the other gripping his phone was the unmistakeable Yuri Plisetsky. He was wearing a black hoodie with leopard print highlights; a little unzipped and revealing a loose fitting black crew neck top underneath. He was chewing the inside of his cheek, his own black jeans artfully ripped, and showing flashes of pale skin. His sneakers were the red leopard print variety, and overall Yuri looked very much the punk ass kid he liked to portray.
He looked up as Otabek approached, saluting the other with two fingers, and pushing off the wall.
"Hey," he greeted, his frown softening into something more friendly, bumping his elbow gently into Otabek's in greeting, "Thanks for meeting me down here,"