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[yokunaru]

who: Yuuri, Yuri P., Viktor, and Otabek
what: A very belated birthday party
when: 4/11
where: Communal housing
warnings: Excessive amounts of animal print, maybe. Other than that, none!


[A lot of effort goes into the prep for the surprise party, with some time spent searching for the right presents, and even more time spent getting the ingredients for lunch. Even though both Yurio and Otabek don't remember anything from the Eluvio, Yuuri's just relieved that the four of them are still here together to celebrate like this.

There's a knock on the door, and Yuuri looks up from the pork cutlets he's arranging over the four bowls of rice and egg. Internally, he goes down the list--katsudon, check. Cake in the fridge, check. Present wrapped and hidden away in the room? Also check.]

Um, Viktor. [He pauses. Old habits are still hard to break, apparently.] I mean, Vitya. That's probably them. Can you let them in while I finish these up?

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[bringbackgold]

[ Otabek nods at Yuri when the question is asked, food in his mouth. It's impolite to talk with food in his mouth, after all. They never really had things like this at home, or did things like this. He's pretty pleased, and he's having a hard time hiding his enjoyment on his face. His eyes light up a little, but otherwise his expression seems pretty even. His attention diverts back to the food until Yuuri says something. His eyes shift, and he notices that they're getting out a gift for Yuri. He swallows his mouthful of the katsudon. ]

It's very good.

[ He stops eating so that he can focus more on what's going on versus what he's eating. He watches as Yuuri and Viktor present the gift to Yuri. It's why they're here after all. It makes him excited to give his friend the gifts he picked out. A small, half-smile is present on his features.

It's a thoughtful gift, he realizes. Viktor and Yuuri know Yuri well.
They're friends, despite how Yuri seems to act around them. ]

[bespredel]

I thought I told you idiots not to call me that. [ Yuri pouted a little, cheeks tinging pink with embarrassment. He wanted to be cool in front of his best friend, and 'Yurio' was not a cool name! Not in his mind, anyway.

Helpfully, he was able to project himself at Viktor next, scowling as his grip tightened on the chopsticks he gripped, albeit incorrectly. ] That is such bullshit! These stupid apartments come furnished, asshole. Just give me a damn fork!

[ But then Yuuri was pulling out the training chopsticks, and Yurio couldn't decide whether or not to be insulted, or to exclaim that they were the best things ever. ]

Where the hell did you get those? [ He demanded, reaching for them with his free hand, while the other set down the chopsticks he had been using. It wasn't outright rejection, at least. ] Shit... so cool... [ He muttered, running his fingers over the small tiger's ears, and honestly struggling not to look pleased. ]