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WHO: Yuri Plisetsky, Tara Markov
WHERE: WHEREVER THEY WANT on the way between Heropa and Disney World
WHEN: Mid-May
WHAT: BEING BAD REBEL CHILDREN but also making sure skate dads know they aren't dead
WARNINGS: Rebellious children hating the government, possibly underage smoking

[It's late one evening when Yurio sneaks carefully out the window of his bedroom with a tightly packed backpack slung haphazardly over one shoulder. There's a note left pinned to his pillow—

Gone out with Tara. BBL. Will text updates.
Yura

He spares it one last glance to make sure it hasn't fallen out of sight and, satisfied that it will stay put, slides the window closed as quietly as he can. He circles around to the front of the house to lean against the mailbox while he waits for Tara to show, opening his phone to double-check that he's gotten the meeting time right. Honestly, he was a little early, but it had gotten so boring just laying in bed and waiting. At least out here he could stand up and pace a little to keep himself awake until she got there.]

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[tara is a little late. just a tad, with her usual backpack--though the cactus is conspicuously absent. she has her hands in her pocket, and waves at yuri as she approaches.]

Yo. You ready to go?

[Yuri brightens and steps away from the mailbox to meet her, slinging his pack over his shoulders]

I wouldn't have texted you if I wasn't.

Just makin' sure. So, you ever traveled on a floating rock, before? We should probably wait until we get out of the city if you don't mind walking that far--I'm not really into getting into trouble for collateral damage and stuff.

[she shrugs as she talks, nodding her head. instead of a boulder, a small rock floats up, gently bonking yuri on the forehead. almost teasingly. tara grins.]

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On a—[He cuts himself short when the pebble hits him, shooting her a look of surprise that quickly fades into excitement.]

That's your power? What the hell, that's awesome! I definitely don't mind walking until then.

Oh, shit, yeah, I didn't tell you? Heh.

[she shrugs a little. it's nice, to have someone think her powers are cool; and it reminds her of a lot. she forces a grin, and it almost feels genuine.]

Yeah. Beats walking, and beats hitchhiking. But you've got your skate-y stuff, so I guess that works for you, too.

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[He kicks off the ground and glides smoothly a few feet down the sidewalk.]

We should have a race later. My skating against your rock powers. I can go pretty fast like this.

[ she watches him, a soft smile tugging on her lips. yuri's a little bit older than her, probably, but there's something that she really likes about his company. ]

Yeah! All right, you're on!

[ she sets off running, though, content not to disturb the sidewalk--for now, anyway. she wonders if she could beat him in a regular race. but it would be fun, regardless. ]

What'd you tell Viktor and Yuuri we were doing, anyway?

Who, them? [He coasts to a stop, glancing back up at the darkened house.] I just told them I'm gonna be with you. And that I've got my phone with me, so they can call if they need to make sure I'm still alive or whatever.

I'm not exactly a good influence.

[ she grins and shrugs, glancing over at him, before continuing walking. ]

You ever been camping? We can snag some sleeping bags before leaving the city. I didn't get a hotel or anything, I figured tickets into the park would be expensive enough.

If I wanted a good influence then I'd go find one.

[He gives the house one more look and starts off after her, gliding lazily along the sidewalk.]

Camping? No, there was never any time between competitions and training, but I won't mind trying it out.

It's not that rough. I mean, I used to do it, like, all of the time, and I didn't even carry a sleeping bag!

[ she says it cheerily. her boots make noise against the pavement, whereas yuri is silent--there's something funny about that, to be honest. ]

Was your coach mean?

Seriously? You had to have a tent though, right?

[He frowns a little, that vague sense of concern starting to surface again.]

Yakov? Nah. He's a hard ass, but he's never been unfair or anything, and he's got a soft side once you get to know him.

Nah. I like sleeping under the stars and stuff! Caves do the trick, and stuff.

[ she kicks a rock, taking care to keep her voice cheery. people don't like it when she seems too depressing, even though she's fine. ]

Really? I thought coaches were supposed to kick your ass if you fuck up.

[ that's her experience, anyway. ]

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[His frown grows confused, bewildered in fact, like he can't even understand why someone would think that.]

No...? That's just abuse. A coach is supposed to show you what you're doing wrong and teach you the right way. Or keep you motivated if you're having a losing streak or a block on mastering something.

I guess my last boss was a different kind of coach, then. Hey, where the fuck do you think we buy a sleeping bag, anyway?

[brightly, she changes the subject; she grins back at yuri as though they're sharing a joke.]

An outdoor sports store—but what the fuck. Are you saying your last boss hit you or—what?

[That couldn't be what she'd really meant, could it? He must just be getting confused with the rapid subject changes.]

Cool. There's probably one around. Uhh. How do you use one of these??

[ she pulls out her phone, only shrugging one shoulder in response to yuri's later question. slade wasn't really her boss, anyway. he was her--master?? shitty fake dad?? who the fuck knows. but she wasn't getting paid, really, so she doesn't know what that qualifies. is yuri still expecting her to talk? after this internal monologue, her eyes flicker back to yuri, and she offers a grin. ]

Come on! Show me how to search a tent place up!

[Unfortunately (or fortunately????) for Tara, Yuri isn't about to let that matter drop. He's never had a bad coach before much less one that would even come close to being abusive, but he's had plenty of talks with his grandfather and older skaters with tips on how to spot bad coaches and what to do about it. He didn't know how bad it could be, but he definitely knew how wrong it was when it happened.]

Hey. Don't ignore me. If anyone ever lays a hand on you here, you tell me. Or, fuck, any of your friends! That shit's not okay.

Listen, it's fine.

[ she glances back at yuri, before responding a little more constructively. ]

I doubt I'll take on any "coaches" here, so it's probably fine.

[This does not appear to be satisfying him, but if she's not going to let anyone push her around...maybe it is okay.]

It's only fine if no one's fucking with you. Coach or not. ...Are you gonna tell me if anyone ever does or what?

Depends. What wouldja do?

[ she offers a small, kind of sad smile. it has been a hell of a long time since someone offered to keep her safe. ]

I'd kick their ass, obviously! Freeze them in place and kick their shitty ass.

[ D U H what else do you do with a scumbag adult when you've got super powers?]

[ she giggles a little bit, bumping her shoulder against yuri's. gosh. he's really too good to be friends with her.]

What if they were, like, way stronger than you?

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i typed "your dads" instead of viktor and yuuri initially OTL

technically not wrong tbh

oh trust me i know

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IM SO SORRY I THINK I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE ALERT FOR THIs

NO WORRIES IT HAPPENS

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