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[bespredel]

[ When the video clicks on, Yuri is sitting back, frowning a little, one eye shadowed by the long fall of his blond hair, lips pursed thin. Sighing softly, he glances down, off screen for a moment, expression softening. Probably looking at one of the cats, before his gaze clips back up. He's propped up against the couch in his and Otabek's apartment, the sweater hanging off him obviously not one of his own. But what was the point of being boyfriends if you couldn't steal their comfy sweaters? ]

So. Awhile back, the portal people showed up at my door. [ His lips purse tighter still, something conflicted in his expression, before he shifts his grasp on his phone, the camera shaking and jostling appropriately as he switches from one hand to the other. When it settles again, Yuri has slumped even deeper into the couch, and Potya's ear can be seen in the lower corner of the camera's view, Yuri's free hand absently, softly stroking between her ears. ]

They said I could go home, and maybe it'll piss some people here off- but I said no. [ He scowls then, tilting his head back a little, as if just daring anyone to say shit about his decision. It was his, after all. ] It's not all bad here, I don't always understand all of the bitching and moaning and whining you people do about it. Nobody has turned up so much as a speck of evidence in the year I've been here to say there was anything malicious about our arrival, no one purposefully worked to kidnap us. So I think it's time some of you pulled that wad of knotted panties out of your ass and took off your tinfoil hats. Sometimes an inter-dimensional accident is just that, and not the plot to invasion of the body snatchers or some shit like that.

[ He rolls his visible eye, blowing out a breath and huffing his bangs back, giving a brief glimpse of the other, before his hair falls back into place. ]

So anyway. I'm curious- if you were told you could go home tomorrow... would you do it? Or would you stay a little while longer? Do you think I made a mistake?

[ Yuri stops petting Potya, dropping his head on his hand and staring at the camera for a moment longer. He doesn't really give a shit whether or not people think he made a mistake; he's happy with his decision. He's just a little curious what other people out there think. ]

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[tevinteraltus]

[Audio is simply easier when he's working, allowing him to use speaker and not have to watch the camera, which to him seems polite.]

Ah, yes. Well...I suppose I wouldn't want to leave just now, provided they are honest and I would be returned to the exact point from which I was taken, and...yes, I suppose that is a point. A break.

[He pauses for a moment, the sound of clinking glass.]

What are you glad for a break from, if I may ask? Saving the world?

[As someone would ask about heading to dinner.]

[bespredel]

[ At the other's question, Yuri sort of pinks up, his ears and cheeks reddening as he looks down, as if shamed. He shrugs a little, before blowing out a breath, wrinkling his nose. ]

No. I don't have that kind of responsibility back home. I'm just- [ He swallows, before finally looking back at his phone, resisting the urge to start picking at his feet off screen. ]

I'm a world class athlete. I have a fan club, and everything. Gold medalist at the Grand Prix Finals; the world's best skater, currently. An Olympic hopeful- though they'd be fucking morons not to send me.

[tevinteraltus]

[Dorian actually chuckles at that, nodding.]

You know, why I was tasked with aiding in the survival of my world, before all that, I too fled in the face of responsibility. I didn't want my life to be dictated for me. I'm not certain what these "Olympics" are, though. I assume some sort of athletics competition?