Yuri Plisetsky

"If selling my soul is what it takes to win, I'll give you this body, no holds barred." - Yuri Plisetsky • Rp Account • Literate • Not New to RP • Occasionally NSFW • Account Reboot • #OpenRP, #AnyRP • #YOI, #YOIRP

*karaoke friendship goals*

I hate you all. Don't touch me.

Cat Person vs Dog Person

Quit being so lovey dovey on the ice.

Yes I have friends. No I don't want to be friends with you. Why? Because the vast majority of you are highly irritating to me.

Fuck you.

Ugh, its been a long day.... Where's my cat?

- between competitions...." Of course he wasn't as close with anyone else as he was with his Russian friend.

Otabek flushed slightly and looked away to hide it. "Mm, yah I missed you as well. It's difficult not seeing anyone -

- don't miss me when I'm away then I must be a pretty boring friend right?"

The Kazakhstani chuckled at the look on his friend's face. "What? I like being missed. It makes me feel special. If you -

Otabek smiled. "Well how can I get you to miss me if I don't leave?" He teased, as they walked casually downtown.

- wish I could have brought my bike this trip."

Otabek nodded. He headed out the door and waited for Yuri to lock up. "Is it walking distance? I -

- us while we're away, yah?"

- the front room to retrieve his large black bike jacket to complete the look. "Czar, watch the house for -

- on a pair of jeans and a black top. After running a comb threw his hair and putting on his shoes, he went back out to -

- it roll off, blushing faintly. Not nearly as fashion forward as his Russian comrade, the Kazakhstani native simple threw -