Finally free of his babysitters, Yuri stomps off. Dodging strollers luggage, and especially groups of girls his age. Last thing he needs is the Yuri Angels swooping down. He's pretty sure he spots some snapping pictures, but he's too fast, the crowds too thick. Without the Russia jacket, they won't be sure.
screw the diet i want cinnamon rolls
Despite all the annoyance, Yuri can't help the quick smile when he feels the phone buzz. Even if it's just Beka being an ass. Beka's allowed. In a way no one else on the planet is. There is exactly one good thing about this storm - they get more time.
Though Yuri would really have rather spent it in bed. Eating other things, maybe...
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Date: 2017-06-19 07:20 pm (UTC)screw the diet i want cinnamon rolls
Despite all the annoyance, Yuri can't help the quick smile when he feels the phone buzz. Even if it's just Beka being an ass. Beka's allowed. In a way no one else on the planet is. There is exactly one good thing about this storm - they get more time.
Though Yuri would really have rather spent it in bed. Eating other things, maybe...