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"Happy birthday, Kotik." his words are soft yet warm as he leans down and kisses his cheek, holding out a little gold wrapped gift. "For you."

                                               FACE  FLUSHES,  SPARKS  SKIMMING  over  fair  skin  from  the  LASTING  reminder  of  where  otabek’s  lips  had  just  pressed  to  his  cheek.  he  grins,  accepting  the  gift  with  EAGERNESS,  eyes  bright  as  they  flick  upwards  towards  the  other’s  face.       ‘      you  didn’t  HAVE  to.  just  you  being  here  is  enough,  BESHKA.      ‘      still,  he  UNWRAPS  the  gift  with  careful  precision,  SQUEALING  once  he  sees  what’s  inside  and  LAUNCHING  himself  at  the  other.  arms  WRAP  tight  around  the  taller’s  neck,  feet  extended  to  the  tips  of  his  toes  so  he  can  reach.      ‘      thank  you.  i  LOVE  it.      ‘       accompanying  i  love  you  left,  for  NOW,  unsaid.

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"Happy birthday!" Gifts him homemade chocolates and... a cat plush. :3c

                                               BRIGHT  SMILE  SPREADS  OVER  cherub’s  face  as  the  boy  greedily  accepts  the  offered  gifts.  rumages  through  them,  shoving  a  CHOCOLATE  in  his  mouth  with  a  small  sound  of  delight.  then  eyes  WIDEN,  mirth  GLINTING  in  azure  eyes  as  hands  lift  the  cat  plush,  CRUSHING  it  to  his  chest  as  a  thank  you  emerges  from  beneath  a  MOUTHFUL  of  sweets.

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                                       He laughs gently as he watches the other RUN to him, having only experienced this with siblings. He easily catches the other tightly, giving him a small twirl before setting him down. “I watched the whole thing, Yuri.” he replies softly as he watches hm, “you were beautiful.”

                                                 FACE  TUCKS  INTO  THE crook  of  a  s t r o n g  neck,  hiding  from  the  spinning  world  as  his  heart  SKIPS  a  beat.  only  once  feet  touch  back  down  to  the  GROUND  does  he  look  back  up,  face  hurting  from  the  force  of  his  GRIN.      ‘      i  can’t  believe  it.  i  DID  it  !  i  did  it,  beshka.  i  made  HISTORY  !      ‘

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                                     TEARS  STILL  PRICK  AT   crystalline  eyes  as  the  boy  RACES  from  the  kiss  &&  cry,  alated  heart  beating  at  breakneck  pace.  he  sees  his  friend          (      how  STRANGE  it  still  seems,  to  call  him  that,  to  accept  a  competitor  as  dear  to  him,  as  SOMEONE  close,  rather  than  SOMETHING  to  be  crushed      )            &&  races  towards  him,  LAUNCHING  himself  into  the  air  to  wrap  around  him,  his  face  bright  with  triumph  && aw e.       ‘      BESHKA !  did  you  SEE ?      ‘

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        it’s unexpected. yuuri would’ve cleaned up the apartment a little bit and gone shopping if he knew that a certain someone, not to name any names, was going to drop by for a “few days”. ( how long is ‘a few’ to yura? ) and to… give yakov and lilia alone time? yuuri really, really doesn’t want to think about that. he knows what yuri plisetsky means when he says that, and he isn’t interested in entertaining the thought – not to be rude, of course, he has nothing but respect for both, but…

        “did you tell them?” probably not. he remembers that yura had journeyed from to hasetsu entirely on his own once upon a time without a word to his coach. at least it’s not another country, just a little ways across the city. yuuri steps aside. “alright. come on. you’re going shopping with me later.”

        jeez, they need some time alone? no consideration for me and viktor there, huh?

        but he’s not really mad. in fact, there’s the hint of a smile at his lips.

                                        ALREADY, THE BOY IS stepping into the APARTMENT, no consideration given for whether or not his presence would really be accepted. && why should he ? there had once been a time where he had TRAVELED across entire continents without a THOUGHT, expecting yuuri to put him up though he had offered nothing but ANIMOSITY towards the older skater. now that things were considerably more amicable between them, he saw no REASON not to see yuuri’s home as an extension of his OWN. 

                 ‘      do you think i’m stupid ? no, piggy, i didn’t TELL THEM i was leaving so they could get back together.      ‘       lips twist upwards, boyish SMIRK so close to a sneer as it makes its way OVER his mouth. already, he’s leaving yuuri behind, on his way to RAID the kitchen, shedding suitcase, shoes, && jacket upon various surfaces as he goes. 

‘      so i just came HERE, figured you’re too nice to say no.      ‘       opens the DOOR to the fridge, shoving milk aside in search for SODA.      ‘      besides, if i interrupt your couple time with VIKTOR, it’s a job well done.      ‘

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                                                ‘      CAN  I  STAY  HERE  for  a  few  DAYS  ?      ‘      his  bags  are  already  packed,  wheeled  SUITCASE  resting  at  his  heels  as  his  frame  DRAPES  over  the  doorframe  of  the  apartment.  CONSPIRATORIAL  glint  lights  in  his  eyes,  lips  TWISTING  up  in  boyish  ploy.       ‘      i  think  yakov  &&  lilia  need  some  time  ALONE,  &&  if  i  stay  with  YOU  &&  VIKTOR,  they  can  get  it.      ‘

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