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taka doesn't reply, instead just entering the room fully and shutting the door behind him. he looks around, trying to figure out where the music is coming from until he spots the sound system. he makes a beeline straight for it.
is it a cd? or is it connected to a phone? he wants to know if this is the only song this guy has or if he actually knows who the band is and it seems like he is
just going to be physically nosey about it instead of just asking like a normal person ]
Lowering his arms, he watches Taka just zoom in and toward the stereo. Unfortunately, nothing can be found there except the volume. Okay. Weird. He heads toward the mirrors where there's a folded pile of clothes, neatly tucked beside a studded black backpack, a tiger-striped water bottle, and a phone.
First, he takes his time having some water while Taka is nosing about, but then he bends straight over at the waist and gets the phone. The music pauses after he stands back up. Ah. Bluetooth. He opens his mouth, ready to be sassy, but--
--he finally gets a more focused look at Taka. HELLO? His eyes well up. He stands there like an idiot, staring.]
Your outfit!! [His accent is so heavy, but his Japanese isn't too bad.] And your hair... is... so... cool!
[Raising his phone come, Yuri wanders closer to Taka. It lets him angle the phone and take a picture of Taka's outfit without getting Taka's face in the shot, just for privacy's sake.
He relaxes, glancing from Taka to the room again.] It’s good strength and balance training for figure skating. I don’t want to practice to some dumbass classical or soft music. I want to practice to something cool.
He gives the other boy a Look like he’s waiting on some kind of undeserved explanation of “that Russian figure skater.” He will HP sprocket your fucking outfit photo and burn it in one of the school trashcans....]
[Really, he doesn't know whether to tell Taka to congratulate him or agree with him it was shitty. He waves a hand dismissively and takes another drink from the water bottle tucked into the crook of his arm.]
Whatever. That dumbass Katsudon's Free Skate... My Exhibition was better anyway. [He'll never forgive that, like, .12 difference.] Who the hell are you?
Oh. [Yuri's eyes fall down to his phone for a moment.] Cool. [It sounds genuine, at least. He unlocks the phone and holds it out to Taka, opened to the music and the Uribos playlist. Don't go out of it, or he has a sickeningly cute background photo of him and his grandpa. RIP.]
[punk music but as if played through a garage door in a suburban cul-de-sac]
Seriously? That’s shitty. [Yuri actually looks a little dejected. No more... Uribos? Otabek didn’t fucking—! Despite just singing praises:] ...That bastard didn’t tell me they weren’t doing anything anymore! Damn!
Nn. [Nevermind!! He snatches his phone back so he can furiously smash out a message to one (1) Otabek.] How the hell am I going to do more programs to their songs if they aren’t doing anymore?!
Mmhm! They're this awesome new band. They've definitely gotten a lot of their influence from Uribos, but it's not in a poser way? They're true fans, and--
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he's an asshole. awesome.
taka doesn't reply, instead just entering the room fully and shutting the door behind him. he looks around, trying to figure out where the music is coming from until he spots the sound system. he makes a beeline straight for it.
is it a cd? or is it connected to a phone? he wants to know if this is the only song this guy has or if he actually knows who the band is and it seems like he is
just going to be physically nosey about it instead of just asking like a normal person ]
i hate this already
Lowering his arms, he watches Taka just zoom in and toward the stereo. Unfortunately, nothing can be found there except the volume. Okay. Weird. He heads toward the mirrors where there's a folded pile of clothes, neatly tucked beside a studded black backpack, a tiger-striped water bottle, and a phone.
First, he takes his time having some water while Taka is nosing about, but then he bends straight over at the waist and gets the phone. The music pauses after he stands back up. Ah. Bluetooth. He opens his mouth, ready to be sassy, but--
--he finally gets a more focused look at Taka. HELLO? His eyes well up. He stands there like an idiot, staring.]
Your outfit!! [His accent is so heavy, but his Japanese isn't too bad.] And your hair... is... so... cool!
ME TOO
except then he remembers his shirt, and that suddenly makes a lot more sense. so is he actually a fan then...? ]
You know Uribos?
[ he skips over the compliment, mostly because he has no idea how to respond to it so it's easier to go straight to business instead. ]
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Yeah? My friend gave me the music. He's DJing in Shibuya for a while between competitions. I'm going to use one of the songs for my program.
[His brows furrow.] I want to take a picture of your outfit. [He holds up his phone. Give him the Insta picture, Taka.]
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taka wants to ask further, but then yuri asks for a picture and
taka blinks. ]
... sure?
[ this is weird ]
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He grins briefly at it, like he's pleased.] Nice.
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he looks around at the room again. ]
Ballet?
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Yeah. Got a problem with it?
[He sounds like he’s about to get defensive because Taka is going to say it’s girly.]
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[ he doesn't sound critical though
like, it's good taste? very good taste. it's still surprising though. ]
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He relaxes, glancing from Taka to the room again.] It’s good strength and balance training for figure skating. I don’t want to practice to some dumbass classical or soft music. I want to practice to something cool.
It’s boring if it isn’t surprising.
[So yay, it worked. He’s pleased.]
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hold on ]
You're that Russian figure skater.
[ that's the extent of taka's knowledge because he does not actually follow the sport ]
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[HE HAS A NAME TAKA!!!
He gives the other boy a Look like he’s waiting on some kind of undeserved explanation of “that Russian figure skater.” He will HP sprocket your fucking outfit photo and burn it in one of the school trashcans....]
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[ TAKA CLEARLY DOES NOT PAY CLOSE ATTENTION TO THIS ]
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...I won the gold medal at the Grand Prix Final in Barcelona.
[HE HATES IT? He honestly hates it. Such a tiny, insignificant margin. The gold wasn't even worth it wtf!!!]
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[ because yuri does
not look too pleased by it ]
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Whatever. That dumbass Katsudon's Free Skate... My Exhibition was better anyway. [He'll never forgive that, like, .12 difference.] Who the hell are you?
Some kind of band person?
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[ that's mumbled, and then he shakes his head ]
Uribos is my favorite band.
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Oh. [Yuri's eyes fall down to his phone for a moment.] Cool. [It sounds genuine, at least. He unlocks the phone and holds it out to Taka, opened to the music and the Uribos playlist. Don't go out of it, or he has a sickeningly cute background photo of him and his grandpa. RIP.]
Otabek gave me what he had. They sound amazing.
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"light" music club ]
Otabek is the DJ...? He has great taste, I don't meet that many people who know of them.
[ fuckin pretentious shithead ]
... they're not active anymore, so it's best to enjoy the music they have out.
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[punk music but as if played through a garage door in a suburban cul-de-sac]
Seriously? That’s shitty. [Yuri actually looks a little dejected. No more... Uribos? Otabek didn’t fucking—! Despite just singing praises:] ...That bastard didn’t tell me they weren’t doing anything anymore! Damn!
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[ taka would be very mad if someone else had introduced him and he was not warned the band had broken up. ]
I wonder if he knew.
[ A CASUAL.... ]
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Nn. [Nevermind!! He snatches his phone back so he can furiously smash out a message to one (1) Otabek.] How the hell am I going to do more programs to their songs if they aren’t doing anymore?!
UGH!
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[ it's not the same but
it's better than nothing. ]
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TheBambiz...?
[He—looks right back down and begins typing on his phone again. Thank god for Internet and being a Gen Z trash baby.]
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[ he's going to ramble if no one stops him ]
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now you have extra icon space for furry taka
STOP
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