Catchall (for bespredel)

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Fun thread-times with bespredel

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( showtime in almaty )

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Otabek had invited Yuri to come see one of his shows in Almaty. He knew, when Yuri said he would hop on a plan right away, that he was only half joking. So he started to get information about his next show, so he could send those details to Yuri, and the other could get a flight. And then, Otabek could get a backstage pass for it, as well. He wanted Yuri to not just have to be a part of the crowd, but then he could spend some time with Otabek, or at least have access to him since he knew that it wasn't like Yuri would know many people at the show.

He hadn't been joking when he offered up space for him to stay, either (though he had opted to set up the spare room at his apartment, rather than disturbing his family). He would never tease or joke that space was offered, after all, since he so liked that he had someone to share this with now. Not only that, but Yuri could spend any spare time with him at home, or doing... whatever he wanted. He planned on taking him for a few spins on the motorcycle if they were so inclined. He had friends that he knew through DJing, and he had people he knew through skating (though he would say Yuri is the only friend he had made in the sport), but the two never really crossed. Yuri, though, he had trusted him enough to let him cross into both of these worlds. The only other people who really were active in both parts were members of his family, so that made his friendship with Yuri something completely different.

Yuri was special to him. Important.

He had shown his friend around where he was working, having arrived early. He led him towards the DJ booth, where all of Otabek's equipment had been set up. There was a lot of space in this booth, more than he typically got, which meant that this worked out all the better.

"This is where I'll be spending the night," Otabek said. "You don't have to stay here, if you don't want to, but you can." He nodded towards his pass. "You have that."

[bespredel]

Yuri rarely did anything by half, and so when Otabek had invited him to come to Almaty- well, that was it. Yuri could hardly keep himself from waiting to go, let alone making the necessary arrangements so that it wouldn't give Yakov heart failure. In the end, he had told his trainer, if just to save him the heart attack. He needed him for the next season, after all. He'd had to do some negotiating- make sure to keep up with his practice, let Otabek's coach offer some judgement, though don't let him interfere, Yakov's list of instructions was only half listened to. Lilia had her own list as well- keep up with his barre, even if he had to improvise. Work on his extension, don't skip his stretching. He would only be gone for two weeks, and yet they were speaking as though by doing so he would undo a life time of training. It was extremely difficult to keep from rolling his eyes when they took him to the airport, to get one last lecture in before he had boarded.

He'd been in a state of jittery excitement for the duration of the plane ride, and hadn't been able to contain himself when he'd finally seen Otabek. Leaping into the other's arms with a grin and winding around the other like a koala with the excited exclamation of 'Otabek!!'

He should have contained himself better, perhaps, but he was just so grateful to see the other, after wanting to so badly since Otabek had first invited him- he couldn't be blamed for his enthusiasm.

Tonight was a different sort of excitement, a more anxious sort of energy pulsing through him. He was going to meet people Otabek liked outside of skating, people who he had known for far longer than Yuri, for whom no one else had probably been introduced to. Would he make a good impression? Would Otabek think he was lame, outside of the rink?

Yuri had dressed himself in his favourite pair of red jeans, paired with his red leopard print sneakers and a black, loose and light fitting zip up hooded jacket with a leopard print lining. It was spiked with studs along the button holes. The shirt underneath was leopard print, too- artfully torn along the shoulders, arms, and back. It hung loose on him, but somehow still felt like a suit of armour; a second skin to hide his nerves behind. He'd pulled on some elaborate gold and silver bangles around his wrists, wore a low hanging gold chain around his neck decorated with a black cat pendant. He'd looked at himself in the mirror after dressing- and abruptly debated changing. If not for Otabek saying it was time for them to go, he might have.

Stepping into the club had tension rising through Yuri, drawing his shoulders tight and his lips thin as his sharp eyes took it all in. He almost looked as though he disapproved- but that wasn't the case, at all. He was impressed. He hadn't exactly known what to expect, having never been to a club before. Let alone with a VIP ticket hanging around his neck, behind his black cat. He whistled out at the equipment, touching the edge of the sound board softly, but not daring to interfere with anything. This was Otabek's space, he knew what he was doing, and he didn't want to mess anything up for the other.

"This is cool," Yuri remarked, gazing down towards where the dance floor was, and finally- finally giving the other a soft, yet nervous quirk of his lips- followed by a thumbs up, "I look forward to seeing you from both sides- up here, and down there." He wondered if Otabek would even be able to see him from up here, once people started really crowding in.

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Otabek had gone to pick him up at the airport (sure to arrive early, just in case), just glad to have his friend with him for a couple of weeks. Yuri's enthusiasm made him happy, although it'd be hard to tell if you didn't know him. He was a proper balance to his friend. Yuri's loud joy was matched by Otabek's calm happiness.

They both arrived to his apartment, and he made sure that Yuri was settled into the room he'd have for the next couple of weeks. He expected that the room would almost excursively used for Yuri to keep his things, changing clothes, or sleeping. He knew that they'd spend their downtime mostly hanging out together in the living room. Or that was what he hoped.

He was dressed neatly in head-to-toe black. Everything fit neatly and perfectly. In the booth, Otabek's demeanor was similar to it on the ice. Calm, serious, but Yuri would be able to easily see that this was fun for him. He was at ease here. His fingers moved over the board, fiddling with some settings so they were where he wanted them to be. The movement was slow, graceful.

He was glad Yuri liked it. He was sure that he would get along with the people Otabek knew here. And even if he didn't, Otabek didn't really care. He wasn't caught up much in what people thought of him. Yuri was his friend. Yuri was important to him. It seemed simple to him.

Otabek would have trouble seeing him, once Yuri was down in the crowd. But he'd still look for him from where he was. "And you can come up here at any time." Yuri was his guest, after all.

A couple of others approached, one close to Otabek's size. He was broader, with a lop-sided grin, and he was the first to offer his hand to Yuri in greeting. He noted that he knew Otabek from this work, specifically - and they had done shows together before. He tapped Otabek on the back, wished him luck, then moved away. The other was taller, thinner, and quiet, and most definitely distracted. He nodded, got Yuri's name, and then moved around all of them, checking the equipment to make sure that everything was ready.

He fiddled with a few pieces, and Otabek's eyes drifted away from the introductions, to him. Otabek said a few things in Kazakh to him, and he nodded. He checked a couple more things before he shifted away.

"You meet interesting people DJing." Otabek finally said to Yuri. It was clear, though, from the simple interactions, that his friendship with them was different than with Yuri. "They seem to like you though."

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It was nice to have someone who was able to catch him, without having a fear of hurting the other in doing so. Yuri hadn't remembered himself until he'd been climbing out of the other's arms, a little sheepish- but still beaming, just to be in the other's presence.

"Yo," had been Yuri's simple greeting to both Otabek's friends, shaking their hands and offering a sharp look, but these were punctuated with faint smiles. A little terse, sure, but it was from more of a guarded place than any disinterest in wanting to meet Otabek's other friends. He actually kind of liked the quiet guy, it meant a little less worry in regards to socializing.

"I can imagine you would," he agreed, offering the other a softer, brighter smile for it, before coming closer to the other and elbowing him gently in the side, flashing him a grin with teeth, before gazing back towards the turntables and dials before him, "So what are you going to play tonight, DJ? Something special for me, I hope," he blushed, even as he said it. Wondering if he was overstepping his bounds by making such a statement, knowing that he was being bold- but he was the Ice Tiger of Russia; it wasn't for him to tiptoe fearfully around anything.

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A small, genuine smile appeared. It seemed to be one that was reserved for Yuri, since it only really was clearly there when the others were gone, or too preoccupied to notice. It wasn't that he didn't smile and have fun with his other friends, but there was a particular sincerity when with Yuri that he had never found before.

"Don't let them fool you, they're both very talkative once they know someone well." He knew from experience. Once they found common ground, it was hard to get someone to stop. Otabek always seemed to provide a quiet balance to their desire to talk with him about music, only speaking when he felt something needed to be said.

When Yuri asked him about his music. "I do have something new I'm playing," Otabek answered. The next part of his answer came easily after a moment. "I was thinking of you when I worked on it." His answer was direct, blunt. It was how he always approached things. And of course, it was honest. He did think of his friend when he worked. He did sometimes consider whether or not Yuri would like something of his.

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He thought that Otabek looked really nice when he smiled. Yuri knew just how rare they were, and was all the more charmed to see it because of it.

"You really thought of me while creating something?" Yuri asked, blushing as the other admitted it, touched by the words, let alone the gesture. "Don't tell me when it comes on- I want to see if I can guess, and if I'm not already up in the booth with you- I'll head up and come tell you that I think it's the right song,"

He blushed, but was still smiling as he bumpd his elbow softly against the other's, not wanting to mess up what Otabek was working on setting up, but wanting to establish some further closeness.

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"I think you'll be able to tell," he answered easily. He flushed a little himself, pleased with everything going on. He was happy to have his friend here. He was glad he was getting to have Yuri listen to the songs inspired by him. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He was a little nervous Yuri wouldn't like the music that he had inspired. And to Otabek, that would be the worst.

He wouldn't let himself be deterred by the possibility of rejection of his music, though. He was mostly sure Yuri would like it. He hoped so much he wouldn't let his friend down.

"I really did think of you. I hope you like it." Otabek offered a small smile, resting a hand on Yuri's shoulder, as he leaned a little into his space.