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Happy birthday. Are you going to blow out your candles or not?

Of COURSE I am, Beka! You better be sharing some of this with me! 

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Thanks, I guess. Tch. Stupid hag

ー (Belated) Happy Birthday, /my/ little brat; Yuri. (@feyericheskiy)

From, your favorite hag: Mila

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@muzxanzada

Yuri probably should've hated clubs. They were loud, stuffy, and had far too many people. However, there was something which drew Yuri to the idea of clubbing. Maybe it was because of the dancing, a different way of moving ones body. He definitely enjoyed dance, and he was very good at it, however, he preferred ice skating. There was also a certain crowd which went along with people who went to clubs, and Yuri was definitely a fan of that...punk style (though he often times didn't quite pull it off properly himself.) So, when a few of the other guys from school had insisted though on going to Club Rapture on Friday night, Yuri found himself unable to refuse. The idea of going dancing actually did sound...kind of fun to him, even if he wasn't going to admit thought out loud to them. He'd grabbed his black jeans, and amazing black and leopard print jacket and made his way to meet them at the club. He'd only been there one other time, and Yuri was surprisingly excited to hear there again tonight. Though currently he was annoyed he couldn't find the people he was supposed to meet. The music was loud, pumping against his rib cage as his heart beat seemed to beat in time with the song. It was a catchy beat, and while he leaned against the bar, he tapped his foot, wanting to move more to the song. Since no one was here yet, he supposed it wouldn't be all that terrible if he decided to take to the dance floor for a little bit by himself, as long as he didn't do anything stupid. He didn't wanna look like an idiot. Making his way away from the bar, he kept his hands tucked into his pockets, moving to the rhythm. It was then he noticed the DJ. From up on the stage, he looked kind of tall, and holy shit, Yuri couldn't stop thinking about how damn attractive and cool he was. He stood in front of the equipment as though he didn't have a care in the world. Obviously, DJing came easy to him, as he moved his head ever so slightly in time with the music. He moved so little, and yet his dark eyes were fixated on the track in front of him. His dark, under cut brown hair moved with what little movement his body did, looking completely lost in the music he was creating for the dance floor.

Yuri stared. He couldn't help it. His mouth dropped open, and he watched as the DJ seemed to control everything from up on that stage. Damn he wanted to talk to him, but he had no idea how, and there was a small part of him that thought he could watch the other boy like this for as long as he was on stage.

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@babaecheva

That old hag was hogging the rink again. Standing on the side, Yuri reached his arm over his head, stretching the muscles on his side. Yuri often wondered when she was going to quit skating and become a model full time, mostly because he wanted to get her out of his hair. 

Usually, he would’ve done anything to avoid talking to Mila, but today was a little different. Today, he needed her advice, as much as it absolutely pained him to admit something like that. Honestly if he could avoid wording it like that, he definitely was going to. He didn’t feel like listening to her, but he also didn’t know who else to ask. From the way she talked, Mila definitely had some sort of...experience in this field. 

“...Oi...” he called out, clearing his throat as he did. “Grandma,” he snorted, rolling his eyes as she skated by the edge where he stood. “You’ve been to...Club Rapture...right?” he asked, his mouth feeling dry just thinking about it. 

The idea of her knowing about his...experience made Yuri want to cringe, knowing Mila, she’d never let him live it down.

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@ledprintsvitya

When Yuri entered the ice rink, he immediately wanted to turn around when he saw what he did, and heard what he did. Classical music echoed throughout the rink, and wisps of silver hair caught Yuri’s green eyes as he stared at the man, skating about in the middle. 

The last person he wanted to deal with today was Viktor Nikiforov. The man was...an incredible skater. Even now, watching him casually glide across the ice, Yuri was captivated by his performance, and he hated that. Damn Viktor with his damn talent. Still, even with his talent, it didn’t change how insufferable the man was. 

Yuri had already dealt enough with ridiculousness at school, he simply wanted to enjoy his afternoon practicing, not deal with Viktor’s antics. 

Growling, he stormed over to the side of the rink, folding his arms. “Oi!” he called out, cupping his hands around his lips so Viktor could hear him over the music. “Aren’t you a little old to be skating out there casually?!” he snarled, hoping the insult would convince the other to get out of the rink and go away.

Though knowing Viktor, Yuri knew he would never be so lucky.

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@rejiciens

Yuri had seen the girl a few times, around here and there. Though normally he saw her when he’d grab a snack at the Crispy Biscuit. She was always smiling, looking cheerful. Admittedly, Yuri hadn’t been too friendly back, mostly because he was usually in a rush when he stopped there, but he didn’t exactly mean to be rude.

However, he was a bit surprised to see her walking into his building. He hadn’t ever seen her here before, though he also hadn’t made much of an attempt to get to know his neighbors. He was rarely home, between school and skating, he basically used the apartment as a good place to sleep, rather than as an actual place to live.

“Oi! You’re the girl from the Crispy Biscuit!” Yuri blurted out, following as she had begun to walk through the front door to the complex. He hadn’t meant to just blurt that out randomly but he had, and there was no going back now.

“I didn’t know you, uh, lived here?” he said awkwardly.

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“Today, we will be working in partners.”  Today, Shiki heard the one thing she kind of didn’t want to hear.  She didn’t really like doing partner work all with people that weren’t friends all that much.

Like most universities, Enyo had its set of general education requirements.  For Shiki, she had knocked out most from classes in high school.  However, she hadn’t cleared all the requirements, and so the class she was in right now was for that.

The class wasn’t bad at all.  Shiki thought it was an okay class; she liked what she was learning.  She didn’t have anyone she knew well or was goods friends with in this class, though, so she made sure she never missed class.  There wasn’t anyone she could contact, and Shiki was sure that if she asked the professor for a summary of what she missed, she would be asked why she hadn’t asked any of her classmates first.  And the suggestions to make connections after would not be something Shiki wanted to listen to.

It wasn’t that she didn’t recognize anyone either.  She recognized a few people from other classes she had or from seeing them often on campus.  Some even lived in her housing community.  Some were just well-known students.

Kind of like the guy that sat next to her.

Yuri Plisetsky was pretty famous on campus for being a professional figure skater.  His achievements were known campus-wide, and most students knew who he was.  Shiki knew about him before she had discovered that he would be attending Enyo, as she followed the figure skating scene and he was one of the few skaters that was her age.   But sitting next to him in class was something that she did not account for; and so when he sat down in the seat next to her the first day of class, Shiki had been totally unprepared to handle it.  She soon found out that she didn’t even have to worry about dealing with him, though, because, well…

The boy was totally unsociable.  Or at least, he came off that way.  His face varied from serious to frowning; there was no venture into the positive spectrum and he came off strongly whenever he participated, a combination of intimidation and confidence.  Shiki was not surprised, as Yuri was infamous for his “punk” attitude.  Some of the students in her class had tried to socialize with him and appeared to be blown off, so Shiki kind of steered clear of him.  The most “socializing” she did with him was passing papers.  

“You will be working in partners, with the person sitting to your right.”  Shiki’s back stiffened when she realized who her partner was.  Her eyes darted sideways briefly to the figure skater.  It was one thing to just sit next to him, but now she had to talk to him.

Would she make it out alive?  She didn’t even know.  But one thing was for sure.  She was going to do this no matter what.  There was no way she was getting out of this, so she had better suck it up and deal with it.

Receiving the worksheet, she stared down at the instructions.  They were to discuss the topic listed and write down their thoughts.  For her and Yuri’s topic, it was friendship.

Great.  Here goes nothing!

Turning sideways, she faced Yuri so she could speak to him.  Everyone else around her did similarly, chatter filling the air as they began to discuss.  She gave a small smile to him, hoping to be amicable as possible.

“So…uh…what do you think?  About the topic.  What do you think about friendship?”  Shiki asked, wincing inwardly at how stilted she sounded.

Fuck. Partner work. Two words Yuri absolutely hated. First of all, he hoped this was simply an in-class exercise, because anything else would be pure torture. Yuri was a good student, he did his work (mostly), and he studied for his tests, though most of his focus went towards his skating, which is usually what he did after school. A partner or group project meant wasting his skating time, something he did not approve of. 

And second of all, he barely knew anyone in this class because Yuri really hadn’t taken the time to get to know anyone yet. Actually he wasn’t really sure if he planned on getting to know anyone. School was for school, not friends. 

He didn’t even like this class, some random general requirement class he was forced to be in, so he had chosen to get it out of the way now, rather than deal with it later. He was still feeling a bit undecided about what he wanted to major in, but his grandfather had been adamant about wanting Yuri to finish school, so he’d kept it up, though he knew the only thing he really wanted to do was skate.

They were going to be working with the people directly next to them, and directly next to him was a girl he’d never talked to. He’d seen her glance over at him a few times, but that wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. He was a well-known figure skater, and even if people weren’t familiar with the sport, most people knew who he was simply because of rumors, which seemed to spread fast around the campus. Unfortunately, he had no idea who she was; he never thought to ask.

He flicked his green eyes in her direction. She was smiling, though it seemed forced? No, that wasn’t right...worried perhaps? Yuri was terrible at reading people so he really couldn’t tell. 

The worksheets were handed out, and he was about to ask what topic they had, when she turned to him and asked him what he thought about friendship. 

“HAH?!” Yuri yelled, probably the loudest he’d been in class thus far. Reaching out, he grabbed the worksheet off of her desk and scanned it himself, his brow twitching. What a horrible topic!

Well, it wasn’t all that terrible, it was more that Yuri didn’t have a great deal of experience with friendship. How the hell was he supposed to answer a question like that?! 

“Friendship, huh...” he grumbled, placing the paper back on her desk. He rest his chin in his hand, puffed out a large puff of hair. 

“It’s fine or whatever...if you know good people,” he scoffed. This girl seemed much nicer than he was, and he could tell from her smile that she had to have at least a few friends, so she was most likely far better suited to answer this question than he was. 

“You look like you have a better answer to this than I do,” he grumbled.

Friendship || Shiki & Yuri

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@psiker There were quite a few things Yuri found to be ‘cool’ - leopard print, skating, cats, and often times when he saw said cool thing, Yuri couldn’t help but stare.

Which he was currently doing to the guy standing on the corner of the sidewalk. He was so freaking cool, Yuri had to pause to stare for a moment...Not in a creepy way, or at least, he hadn’t meant for it to be. 

The guy was pretty tall, and had pale hair, and he had piercings, as well as what Yuri assumed to be a tattoo on the side of his face.

Pointing, Yuri gestured to the line on the man’s cheek. “Is that a tattoo?!” he yelled. “It’s freaking awesome!” Tattoos were definitely on Yuri’s cool list. He hadn’t actually gotten one for himself, mostly because he wasn’t sure what he wanted. Maybe something to do with ice skating? Though that seemed lame and uncool.

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@gentlehoshidanspirit 

Yuri wasn’t adept at dealing with...quieter people. In fact, Yuri wasn’t very good at dealing with people in general, but more timid people were his absolute downfall. So when he ran accidentally into the pink-haired girl, and began immediately cursing he knew he’d messed up the moment he saw the look on her face.

“Why the hell don’t you watch where you’re going?!” Yuri snapped, though running into the girl had been entirely his own fault. He was in a rush though, staying at school to do some extra credit work had cut into his practice time. Quickly, he froze, realizing that had not been the right thing to say at all.

“Ah shit!” he yelled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Fuck! I’m, uh, sorry?” he said. It seemed she had dropped a bag of something she was carrying. Understandable, since he’d smacked right into her. 

“Do you need some help or...something?”

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//hello~! I’m very excited to be a part of this group! And I’m super excited to RP with you all ^^! I am here with this angry smol, Yurio! If you would like to RP with me, please like this thread for a starter or message me to plot!! I’m going to cap the likes at 3 but if we’re a part of the same series, I’ll exclude you from that 3! :)

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