Apartment Complex

/my frown eases up when you pat me gently, something stirring in my chest at the contact - 'I must still be drunk from that vodka' - I think, and before I know it, your hand has left me. When you fidget just the slightest as you tell me I should change, I wonder why I haven't asked if I can be taken home now that I'm sober enough to speak properly. I wonder why I want to change into those clothes that I know will smell like you, and why I'm hoping you don't suggest I go back home. I wonder why I want to stay - maybe it's because I don't want to go home to a drunk and affectionate Piggy in need of ual release with his dumb coach? Maybe because I don't want to get scolded at by Victor for drinking? Or are these just excuses? I wonder why I'm wondering about things I normally would have dismissed. I can't understand myself - I don't usually think things through this much, and I don't feel better after yelling. As I'm having these thoughts, I watch you walk towards the doorway and clear my throat/ We're both guys, what need do I have for privacy.. /mutters, shedding my jacket and shirt to put on your shirt. I pull back the blanket and kick off my jeans as well, sliding into your sweatpants that are a size too big on me. We don't have too much of a height difference so I'm surprised to find that your clothes are really baggy on me/ Beka, you can turn around.

@Yuripliky /the dark irises linger on you, at your every small movements and the way rose blooms on your cheeks - i'm almost spacing out at the sight, almost but the trance is easily interrupted by your high voice beaming with guilt in it. liquid self-hate, huh? quite a way to put it. /my hand reaches up to your head, resting atop of it with a light pat as the wrinkles of worry between my brows settle into absence. you don't have to be sorry, yura. everyone does mistake.. and you're learning from it. /my mind is instantly reminded of the clothes i brought along upon a brief glance on you, seeming stuffy with jacket and jeans still clad on you. here, it might be uncomfortable to stay in those. /the hand removes itself from your head to set the folded shirt and sweatpants down onto the bed, averting my gaze to the floor while the brain ponders on what to say next but then i decide to get onto my feet, trudging towards the doorway; you're gonna need some privacy perhaps. so uh, i'll be right outside if you need anything.

@Otabek /opens my eyes slowly when i hear your voice, nodding in response to your question. With your help, I sit up in the bed and take the water and aspirin, cringing as I swallow the pill because i hate the way it feels going down my throat. Then, I drink the rest of the water in the glass to alleviate the gross effects from the vodka. I still feel a little dizzy and my face still feels a little hot from earlier, but my cheeks grow even redder when I realize exactly where I am and what trouble I put you through. Avoiding your gaze, I put the glass back on the nightstand and purse my lips, a frown etched into my eyebrows as my hands ball up into embarrassed fists/ I'm... I'M SORRY! /startles myself with my own lack of control in volume, but closes my eyes and blurts it out anyway/ I'm never drinking alcohol again, I can't believe adults just voluntarily drink liquid self-hate. That was so stupid..

@Yuripliky /moments later, i return to the bedroom with a glass of water, a few tablets of aspirin and a set of clothes in my hands, while also have dressed into more casual shirt and a pair of shorts. walking towards the bed i set down the stuff in my hold on the nightstand, the mattress dipping on the edge due to my weight as i sit besides your curving figure; concern knitting in the middle of my eyebrows and the stern line of my lips. yuri, are you awake? /slender fingers grazing against your face tenderly to brush off strands of your light hair, taking note of the lines drawing out the pain you're having between your brows. look, i brought you pain killers. take some, change your clothes into these and then you can sleep better. /gripping on your arms i carefully tug you to sit up on the bed, resting your back against the headboard then i retrieve the glass and meds on the nightstand to hand it out to you.

@Otabek /stirs a bit when I feel someone pick me up, unable to process who I'm with because I'm still half-asleep, but it's warm and I'm being held so gently that I don't protest. I hear sounds of a car door closing and careful steps that follow, and think - 'ah, it must be Otabek... Otabek with his sturdy build and steps like a soldier's'. I wonder for a second how I ended up in your arms when there's a flash of a thought - something about me saying that Otabek is finally here...? - and feel nauseous again so i push the thoughts aside as I feel my body being hoisted. Letting out a small disgruntled noise, I let you manhandle my feeble (read: stupidly intoxicated) body because I have no energy to do anything else. Thankfully, I'm put on the bed immediately and as soon as I'm tucked into the comforts of your blankets, I'm greeted with the scent of you. Groaning from the lingering headache, I turn on my side and burrow my head into the sheets to lessen the throbbing in my temples/
Otabek..... /murmurs quietly, curling into a ball on your bed/

@Yuripliky /the cab halts in front of the entrance, and i pay the fare before jumping out of the car and make way to the other side to help you out. at how your feature languidly unwinding in its serenity, i'm figuring it's better not to bother you in sleep so that you'll have more time to rest, so i slide my arms under your back and knees, scooping you up in my embrace out of the car. i nudge the door close with my side before stepping away from the cab into the building, holding your body close to my own in hope it'll keep you warm, the least. traipsing down the alley where my place is, i stop in front of the door sparing the time to think how i'm going to unlock it with you occupying my arms; so i hoist you over my shoulder, half of the upper body hanging by it while my free hand is fumbling to press the key card on the lock, a grunt of tussle emanating from me until it beeps and the door is unlocked. god dammit- /swinging the door open i almost stumble inside, letting the door slams shut behind me as i bring you over to the bedroom, gently dropping your smaller figure on the bed causing the mattress to bounce a bit. small panting escaping from my airway as i peel off my jacket, then pulling the blanket over you before leaving the room to get some water and aspirin you might be needing soon.

@Katsudont /pretends to pet nonexistent beard and nods along thinking really hard about this/
hmmm ok yeah sounds kinda fine, that'll lower the probabilities of getting yelled at by every single coach
if victor kinda sells them the idea of a pole then they won't try to take it back you're genius man-
/fist pumps like a true #bro
aLRIGHT MAN WE GOT THIS WOOOHOHOHOHOHO
now lets eat the ice cream before it melts

@Pity TRUE
HMMMmmm i can ask him to distract the other coaches and maybe get their opinion on it? So maybe it won't come as a surprise too much
*puts fist up for a fist bump* I'll talk to victor about it! WE GOT THIS!

@Katsudont /grins at the idea nodding at it as it was actually better than being shady and sneaky, Or well at least on the setting it up part/
alright that is a legit good reason so we might still get yelled at but only at 50% volume
/nods as I look at the locker room drawing and pokes the place/
alright we should get us two poles then and have them come our way- ok but do you think victor would tell on us if he knows? becaausee...we can ask him to distract the rest of the coaches so we have the rink for us to get it set up
/looks your way hopeful

@Pity hmmmm
*i lean back and think about it for a second*
OH SO what if we tell the coaches we are going to use them for EXERCISING
LIKE TRAINING
TO BUILD MUSCLES
*i nudge ur arm and sit back up* THEN we won't have to hide it from them anymore! - and i won't have to hide it from victor!

@Katsudont /goes into business mode at the mention of the locker room knowing exactly what you meant now. I stay quiet going over the drawing, and nods along as you explain, liking the idea of two toothpicks in there that would be nice and stops to glance seriously at you/

but what about the coaches, they do follow us all around even to where the changing happens sometimes...and I bet the cleaning crew will find out about them and tell on us..maybe we can get one that can be moved around?? man, I don't know about poles but I bet there's some like that...
/is already asking google-sama about it typing away and hums

@Pity Its a layout of the locker room
I was trying to find the best place to put the
"toothpick"
*lays the piece of paper on the coffee table* I figured maybe we could have two? like you know how we have this big opening in the middle of the locker room? we could put one at each end? *points at the layout*

@Katsudont /leaves the bag on the table ignoring the vodka bcs that a very russian thing to have and lazily plops on couch/
alright..what is that??
/eyes paper curiously and slides a bit closer

@Pity come on come on sit down with me on the couch
*glances at the vodka on the coffee table but decides to not drink it*
*sits down and takes out a piece of paper*

@Katsudont /is about to walk in but before slides my head in. looks around with squinted eyes/

I sense no half russian...or edgy & angsty russian...
/glances at you to confirm and steps in

okay alright, what is this business we MUST talk about
are you not meltingdown bcs this ice cream sure is-

@Pity gfdi
youre good
*i open the door* come on come on we have business to take care of
impoRTANT BUSINESS

@Katsudont /looks up from my instagram feed while waiting and blinks at the peep hole, wondering if you were looking fr

I'm not calling you daddy! let me in goddamn it!
/complains with a grossed out face and brings the bag with ice cream to the hole

do it for the ice cream if you don't love me enough

@Pity *stops reaching for glass* oh
*gets up and walks to the door peering through the peephole* PASSWORD??

@Katsudont /walks slowly to your apartment and knows on door loud enough/

you better be decent and with no russian man on top of you or some else I'm not stepping in this pLACE
/yells from outside

*stares at glass* victor always brings the strong stuff home
one sip shouldn't be too bad right-?

*puts it down* im better than this

*grabs a glass of rusSIAN VODKA*

*waits patiently for pis ass*