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[beautiful_monster]

"Yuri Plisetsky. Not. Yurio. I don't care what that old geezer says!

Leave a message after the beep."

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Letter!

[baetiful]

[ Perhaps it's a bit old-fashioned, but the message arrives for Yuri via mockingbird. Sealed closed by a wax mockingbird sigil, the letter is hand-written in careful cursive. ]

Dear Mr. Plisetsky -

We have not spoken before, but my name is Petyr Baelish. I serve as the ambassador for Maurtia Falls. I write to you on behalf of a project I am working on within my city. Construction has already begun on rebuilding a much larger library, but I wish for this to be more than simply a bigger structure. I hope to inspire education and the spread of knowledge to the natives of Maurtia Falls as well as provide an invaluable resource to new arrivals here. But more than that, I wish to use it to pay homage to the natives who lost their lives within Maurtia Falls due to imPort related tragedies. Their names will be honored within the library itself and donations will be set up to be made to the families.

For this project to succeed, I need your help. If you are able to donate anything at all to the cause, it would be most appreciated -- whether that is books, money, or simply your time. I plan to put programs into place once the library is finished to have imPorts come in and read to the much younger generation. I believe it would be a great way to strengthen the native and imPort bond.

I thank you for your time, and I do hope to hear back from you soon.

Sincerely,
Ambassador Petyr Baelish


[ OOC: You can feel free to just respond to this OOCly if he would donate anything or not! ]

[beautiful_monster]

[OOC: Yuri doesn't have the finances to donate money, but he will make an offer to do some reading to kids on the weekends.]

text;

[lempereur]

There is someone from my world here now.

He will present himself as very polite, but do not believe him. Don't even talk to him, if you can avoid it. He is extremely dangerous. I cannot stress that enough.

His name is Goro Akechi.

[beautiful_monster]

Yusuke wtf. What did he do to make him so dangerous??

[ text ]

[fourlevels]

[ Mere minutes after this disastrous revelation, Yurio gets a notif on his communicator. ]

Yura, where are you?

[fourlevels]

[ A few minutes later when he hasn't gotten a reply. ]

Yura, I'm on my way home from the rink. Are you on your way too?

[codeoracle]

[Incoming text from an unknown number, following this info dump.]

Yuri, right?

I have questions.

[beautiful_monster]

Yeah. And you're Futaba?

What questions?

super early

[bypasser]

[He's bored so he sends a pic.]

Re: super early

[beautiful_monster]

[It's a little while before Yuri responds; he's taken the opportunity to sleep in this morning.]

Is that your breakfast? Looks good

text;

[lempereur]

Good morning, Yuri. 🐯

I spoke with the others. We want you to come on a mission with us. An easy one, to see if it works.

We are in the process of determining targets, if you have any ideas. No imPorts, for now. We need to get a feel for the new rules.

[beautiful_monster]

Yo 🐯

Shit seriously? I'd love that. I don't have any ideas though...

The only guy I can think of is the owner of the rink we use. Adachi's paying him to let us use the rink when we want which is creepy enough on its own, but I don't trust the owner either. I think he's cheating him out of money.

voice; URGENT late night phone call

[lempereur]

[ Like his call to Akira moments before, this is going to ring until it gets picked up. So wake up tiger boy!! ]

Yuri. I need you to bring Viktor and meet me at Futaba's. Make him come as a dog.

[beautiful_monster]

[Joke's on you Yusuke, Yuri doesn't sleep nearly enough lately. He picks up on the second rink.]

Uh—okay? What's wrong?

text - 1/2

[bypasser]

I wanted to talk to you about something.

2/2

[bypasser]

I asked Yusuke to go to breakfast with me. As a date.

text.

[wonts]

[ No one has to point out the fact that he's been avoidant; even he knows it. But no matter how many excuses he thinks of, he can't continue to do it forever, and maybe it'll be a little easier to write it out before he confronts it in person. Of course, it's not as simple as that, and he spends almost an hour deleting the texts until he sends the first thing that comes to mind. ]

I'm sorry I haven't been home much. Are things okay?

[ And then he promptly stresses out over the answer. ]

[beautiful_monster]

[Yuri stares at the text for what feels like hours, but is actually only a few long minutes. When he finally responds there isn't any deleting and retyping to get his words right. He knows just what he wants to say.]

I've only had to remind Viktor to eat a couple of times since you got back so sure. Things are "okay."

action;

[lempereur]

[ It...isn't that late, actually, but it feels late. Maybe he's just emotionally drained, after his conversation (more like shouting match) with Akira. He should call him back, but he's too hurt to talk to him without escalating the situation even further. Yusuke decides to lie down, try cooling off, but eventually his thoughts turn to Yuri, as they so often do. It would be easier to relax if he were here. Maybe he doesn't even need to relax, maybe be just needs someone to vent his frustration to who will understand.

Maybe he just wants to see his boyfriend and he doesn't need an excuse. That's a thing.

He'll text Futaba on the way...on the way to Yuri's windowsill, careful not to make any noise even though this is a known habit of his by now. He peeks inside to make sure Yuri is there and awake before he taps on the glass with a fingertip, smiling to ensure him that there isn't any impending doom. Yuri is just missed, is all. ]

Re: action;

[beautiful_monster]

[Potya notices him before Yuri does. She pads over to meow at him through the window while Yuri scrolls through rumblr on his laptop. Even once she starts it takes a minute or so before Yuri looks up, but the bland look on his faces blossoms into a bright smile when he sees who's there.]

Hey!

[He leans over his bed to open the window and pop the screen out so Yusuke can climb in.]

text;

[codeoracle]

[It's much later, following the trash-fire of a conversation, when Futaba sends a message Yuri's way.]

He's with you, isn't he? Yusuke I mean.

[She's not an idiot; if he wasn't there now, he certainly had been earlier.]

Re: text;

[beautiful_monster]

Yeah, he is. Do you know what's going on? He's pretty upset.

SNAIL MAIL

[incogneto]

[ One day, this shows up in Yuri's mailbox. See you there? ]

text; back whenever

[lempereur]

I am sorry about Brendan. He is, more often than not, terrible.

He enjoys getting a reaction out of me, it was only a matter of time before you and Otabek got dragged into it.

[beautiful_monster]

[There's a long delay before an answer comes through. Apparently Yuri did get caught up in training.]

Do you think I was over reacting?

text + image;

[looseleaves]

[ Yusuke's post brought Hajime's attention back to his two housemates. He'd been worried about them, of course... but it hadn't been his area to press. He didn't know them well enough, so even if he cared a lot, he shouldn't pry, is what he told himself. He'd occupied himself with cooking and cleaning, making sure everything was spotless in case they needed something so they wouldn't have to stress themselves out (and not eat all pizza and the like all the time). But... if Yusuke's dealing with these feelings, wouldn't Yuri be, too?

Maybe that's why...

He doesn't want to press Yuri into it. It's probably private. Yusuke had reached out for advice, so he'd obliged... instead of drawing Yuri out, he sends a text with a picture: ]

I'm sorry for bothering you... I wanted to know, are these skates okay?

[ The ones pictured are kind of old and worn, but they're functional, at least. ]

[beautiful_monster]

[Yuri's definitely noticed the effort Hajime's been putting in around the house, and it hasn't gone unappreciated. Even though he's still in a pretty low mood after the Halloween event and Yuuri's departure, he's been doing small things around the house to keep all the work from falling to their new roommate. Sure, it's really just been handling his and Viktor's laundry and keeping the kitchen stocked, but at least it's something.

Now he's frowning thoughtfully at the image Hajime's sent. It's true, they aren't bad... Fine enough for a beginner.]

They'll work for learning the basics in.

SNAIL MAIL

[incogneto]

[ An invitation shows up in Yuri's inbox at some point in early November... RSVP can be handwaved, and don't worry, the log will go up in advance of actual Thanksgiving! ]

text;

[lempereur]

Shinjiro is homeless, by choice. Will you help me?

Re: text;

[beautiful_monster]

What the fuck

Do you want me to tell him how much of an idiot he is?

For Christmas

[bypasser]

[ Otabek leaves a few packages. They are neatly wrapped with a bow at one corner and a handwritten note tucked under the edge. Inside the first is this and the second is this; he got one for all three of them. There is another box with these inside. The final gift isn't wrapped and is hanging from his bedroom door knob. The note says - ]

Yura,

Deep roots are not reached by the frost. I love you very much. Happy Holidays!

- Otabek Altin

gift;

[looseleaves]

[ It's Christmas and someone visited you while you slept, it looks like! The box looks innocent enough, plain white with blue polka dots and neatly tied with a candy-cane ribbon.

Inside there's the usual tissue paper, a neatly folded and printed card, as well as a cellophane-wrapped packet of frosted sugar cookies and intricately decorated chocolate truffles. Yuri may recognize some of them, but it looks like Hajime might've made some in secret. Wrapped in more tissue paper is a well-made jacket and boots--they're Yuri's size (see what happens when you let him do laundry?) and they look exactly like something Yuri would pick out himself.

The card reads: 'Let me know if these don't fit! I can probably tailor the jacket. I know you don't like getting sappy, so I'll just say I'm really glad we met. Merry Christmas! - Hajime' ]

[Text | Backdated to January Swear In]

[winningkatsudon]

Yuri, Viktor and I are going to be staying here for the night.

[ Please don't be upset about this... ]

[beautiful_monster]

If you get sucked out into space during a malfunction, I told you so.

image + text; nsfw

[lempereur]

[ Yuri's always the one who accuses Yusuke's thirst of being out of control. Well, congratulations, darling, you're right. This time. Sometime in the evening, Yusuke sends him a few completely tasteful naked men. ]

How do you feel about that?

[beautiful_monster]

OH MY GOD warn me when you send shit like this!!

what if i was where Viktor could see????

[ There's a longer pause, at least a minute or two. ]

that last one looks kind of cool

[lempereur]

[ Yusuke wakes up early, alone, in a bed that's not his. That last part isn't so odd, he spends the night with Yuri and/or Otabek pretty regularly, but usually, they're around the next morning. He listens for the falling water of the shower, inhales deeply to catch a whiff of whatever may be coming from the kitchen. Nothing. Just Treble, huffing anxiously and pacing back and forth.

He reaches for his phone on the bedside table to text him, before he gets dressed and goes snooping around, but his information is gone. The group chat with Yuri is gone...

Oh.

Yusuke spends some time just laying there. He's told a dozen people what this means, there isn't any point in denying it when it's his turn. He just needs a minute. A few minutes...half an hour. However long it takes to process, to say it to himself.

Beka's gone.

When he calls Yuri, his voice is soft, but even. He hesitates to speak for a few seconds, even after the other boy answers. Unlike him, in these early morning calls he's usually immediately going off about the beautiful cadence of some chirping birds or. Whatever. Yusuke stuff. ]

Did I wake you?

[beautiful_monster]

[ Yuri had, in fact, been asleep—curled up comfortably in his own bed with Potya draped over his face in a pose that only a cat owner could ever tolerate. He was sleeping so peacefully that he almost missed the chirping of his phone, only fumbling for it once Potya started to whine about the disruption.

He mumbles out a groggy, mildly irritated hello. Only mildly so since there are only two people who would dare call him this early, and neither deserve actual anger.

When an answer doesn't come right away, he frowns and sits up, rubbing his face to try to scrub his lingering sleepiness away. ]

Hey...Yusuke? No, I'm up. [ There's no mistaking that he'd definitely just been sound asleep. ] Are you okay?

Text - 7/5

[stylistic_disloyalty]

I shaved off my villain mustache. Can we talk?

[beautiful_monster]

Good. It looked like shit on you.

We can talk.