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bringbackgold[ The video starts and within view, there’s Yuri and Otabek both sitting there. In the background, there’s the sound of cats playing on tile and wooden floors. It’s clear, looking at both of them, that they have something important that they want to say. Otabek glances towards Yuri, the smallest of smiles, but he’s clearly happy - very happy being where he is. Before he speaks, Yuri seems to glance up, sharing the tiny smile, reaching over to squeeze his boyfrie- his fiance’s hand. Otabek nods, then, towards the camera, he finally speaks. ]
So, Yuri and I have decided when we’re going to get married, and it’s on the anniversary of the day we met.
[ He looks towards Yuri again. ]
Because we’re fucking nerds. [ The interjection is soft, but fond, and punctuated with a roll of his eyes- but there was no mistaking the smile on Yuri’s face, either. ]
[ Otabek rolls his eyes. ] December 7. It will be 2 years since we met. [ A slight sigh from Otabek. His tone sounds like he means it, even though the words almost seem like he doesn’t.] And I guess...people are invited to the party.
Some of you more invited than others. You know who you are. [ He even goes so far as to make the ‘I’m watching you’ finger-to-eye-and-out motion. ]
[ Jeez, Yuri. ] Yeah. That. [ But It’s not Otabek disagrees. ] And we’re also. Moving. [ The way he says it implies he maybe didn’t discuss with Yuri that he was going to mention it. ]
[ Yuri’s former bad postured sprawl shifts; he perks up, blinking a little in surprise and throwing a suspicious glance at Otabek. We are? Since when?
[ He’s so proud of himself. ] Since recently. I found a few places I want to show you. Surprise.
Oh my god, you asshole- you can’t just surprise someone with moving! What the hell! [ He shoves Otabek, cheeks pinking even as he laughs, before shifting, burying his embarrassed face in the other’s shoulder, and repeating under his breath- just loud enough for the camera to catch-] What the hell. Ugh. That means I have to pack.
Yeah. It will be much better for cats. Which means we need recommendations on places to get new furniture. Better than what I have now. [ He moves a hand up to Yuri’s hair, placing a kiss on the top of his head. It’s unusually affectionate. ] We deserve a new place. [ And he worked hard to get here. So he thinks it’s so worth it. ]
Holy shit, I’m going to kick your ass for this later. [ It’s said, still muffled into the other’s shoulder, but Yuri manages, after a moment, to lift his head again. Trying not to look too happy, so forcing himself to frown. The effect leaves him looking somewhat constipated. ]
And - for more good news. I’m looking for musical talent for several clubs. Mostly, I’m looking for DJs. Or, if people are interested in learning to DJ, I’m glad to show you some tricks of the trade.
Because you need more on your plate to do. [ There’s an elbow nudging your ribs, Altin. ]
I like to work, Yura, and the end goal here is to have less on my plate.
[ By the critical look he’s getting, it was clear Yuri wasn’t entirely convinced by that. But he lets it go, for now. ]
I mean it. You can contact me here, or send me a message. I will need someone to DJ our wedding, too. [ He pauses. ] Because I can’t.
Yeah, he’ll be busy. [ Yuri snorts, giving a sly smile, before letting his posture slacken again, leaning more heavily on Otabek. ] Anything else, Beka? No more house sized fucking surprises?
[ Slight smirk. ] No. Not that I know of or I can think of. Got anything, Yura?
Nope. December 7th, 4pm at the Riverview Skating Center; be there or be square losers! [ Yuri grins, and then reaches out to switch off the camera. ]
[ Attached to the post is front and back of the invitation for said wedding. ]
So, Yuri and I have decided when we’re going to get married, and it’s on the anniversary of the day we met.
[ He looks towards Yuri again. ]
Because we’re fucking nerds. [ The interjection is soft, but fond, and punctuated with a roll of his eyes- but there was no mistaking the smile on Yuri’s face, either. ]
[ Otabek rolls his eyes. ] December 7. It will be 2 years since we met. [ A slight sigh from Otabek. His tone sounds like he means it, even though the words almost seem like he doesn’t.] And I guess...people are invited to the party.
Some of you more invited than others. You know who you are. [ He even goes so far as to make the ‘I’m watching you’ finger-to-eye-and-out motion. ]
[ Jeez, Yuri. ] Yeah. That. [ But It’s not Otabek disagrees. ] And we’re also. Moving. [ The way he says it implies he maybe didn’t discuss with Yuri that he was going to mention it. ]
[ Yuri’s former bad postured sprawl shifts; he perks up, blinking a little in surprise and throwing a suspicious glance at Otabek. We are? Since when?
[ He’s so proud of himself. ] Since recently. I found a few places I want to show you. Surprise.
Oh my god, you asshole- you can’t just surprise someone with moving! What the hell! [ He shoves Otabek, cheeks pinking even as he laughs, before shifting, burying his embarrassed face in the other’s shoulder, and repeating under his breath- just loud enough for the camera to catch-] What the hell. Ugh. That means I have to pack.
Yeah. It will be much better for cats. Which means we need recommendations on places to get new furniture. Better than what I have now. [ He moves a hand up to Yuri’s hair, placing a kiss on the top of his head. It’s unusually affectionate. ] We deserve a new place. [ And he worked hard to get here. So he thinks it’s so worth it. ]
Holy shit, I’m going to kick your ass for this later. [ It’s said, still muffled into the other’s shoulder, but Yuri manages, after a moment, to lift his head again. Trying not to look too happy, so forcing himself to frown. The effect leaves him looking somewhat constipated. ]
And - for more good news. I’m looking for musical talent for several clubs. Mostly, I’m looking for DJs. Or, if people are interested in learning to DJ, I’m glad to show you some tricks of the trade.
Because you need more on your plate to do. [ There’s an elbow nudging your ribs, Altin. ]
I like to work, Yura, and the end goal here is to have less on my plate.
[ By the critical look he’s getting, it was clear Yuri wasn’t entirely convinced by that. But he lets it go, for now. ]
I mean it. You can contact me here, or send me a message. I will need someone to DJ our wedding, too. [ He pauses. ] Because I can’t.
Yeah, he’ll be busy. [ Yuri snorts, giving a sly smile, before letting his posture slacken again, leaning more heavily on Otabek. ] Anything else, Beka? No more house sized fucking surprises?
[ Slight smirk. ] No. Not that I know of or I can think of. Got anything, Yura?
Nope. December 7th, 4pm at the Riverview Skating Center; be there or be square losers! [ Yuri grins, and then reaches out to switch off the camera. ]
[ Attached to the post is front and back of the invitation for said wedding. ]
