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WHO: otabek altin and various
WHERE: heropa
WHEN: 10/4 through 10/7
WHAT: motorcycles and micro pigs
WARNINGS: none; will update if needed

10/04 - micro pig on the run

[After much deliberation, Otabek had decided to get a pet. He had the spare time to take care of an animal and he didn't have to worry about leaving it for long periods when skating took him out of the country. His job and life were here in Heropa, for the most part, and he was back every day. Going to the shelter, he had let the animal pick him.

He walked around with Yuri nearby, stopped now and then, but when he reached the cage with five little pigs inside, he paused. There was an all black piglet sitting right by the gate, looking up at him. Serious. When the volunteer opened it up and took him out for Otabek to see, he brushed him with his fingers and the piglet fell to his side and went to sleep. He was smitten instantly. Taking him home, after buying supplies, he names him Treble Phatbeats Altin with the help of Yuri and Viktor.

A few days later he learns that while Phatbeats is typically a serious and quiet pig, he goes through bouts of extreme energy. Running to and fro and right out the door that Otabek had yet to shut. He's fast. Darting outside and down the street while his frazzled father chases him.]

Treble Phatbeats Altin, get back here!

[Watch out, he likes to hide between people's legs.]

10/06 - 10/07 - is that a sidecar

[Otabek makes the decision to be happy in all aspects of his life and to not worry about money so much. He'd never had to back home but now that he works a lower salary job, it's more of an issue. He doesn't let it be. He gets his pet and his motorcycle and lets himself enjoy it. He gets his motorcycle from a man named Kavinsky and they discuss what to do when he wants to take more than one passenger.

Then he rides that baby around town. He'd missed it. The freedom, the way it felt, and his first two stops are to pick up Yuri and Yusuke. Not necessarily together at first, but eventually he attaches the sidecar. He's in such a good mood he offers rides to anyone that needs one.]

ooc - wildcard

[Otabek has a new pet and finally saved up for a motorcycle. He'll be driving around Heropa so feel free to bump into him anywhere or text him and ask for a ride.]

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[Yuri'd been expecting Otabek's visit; hard to forget about it when his boyfriend promises to pick him up, naturally. He hadn't, however, been expecting the bike. His eyes light up when he spots it from his window, and he practically bounds downstairs to rush out and greet Otabek and the bike.]

Beka! Why didn't you tell me you finally got one?

[Otabek feels a rush at the response Yuri has to seeing the bike and he puts down the kickstand so that he's leaning up against the side when the blond rushes out the door.]

I wanted to surprise you, Yura.

[He tips his chin down expectantly, waiting for a proper greeting.]

Would you like to go for a ride?

[He grins and rises up on his toes to give Otabek a quick, excited kiss.]

No shit I'd like to go for a ride. It's a good surprise.

[Otabek plops the helmet onto Yuri's head and leans forward on the bike so that the blond can climb up behind him.]

Just like before, yes?

[Arms around his waist, holding on tight.]

[He nods eagerly and takes his seat behind Otabek, arms sliding comfortably around his waist once he's made sure the helmet's straps are buckled in place. His excitement is almost palpable. He hadn't been quite as able to enjoy their first ride together; too caught up with escaping his fans and the surprise he'd felt over Otabek's sudden rescue back then.

Now, however, he can really relish the thrill of a motorcycle ride properly—a ride made even better now that he's keenly aware of the feel of Otabek under his hands.]

Where are we going?

Edited 2017-10-13 01:46 (UTC)

[Once Yuri is settled, Otabek straightens up and adjusts the blond's arms. He settles them just so on his waist to compensate for the shape of his new bike and the speed that they'll be going.]

Nowhere or anywhere. The destination is your decision.

[He had no plans. Otabek would drive until one or both of them wanted to stop.]

Any place in mind, Yuri, or should I just go?

Hm... Maybe the beach?

[It was definitely too cold for a swim, but that didn't mean they couldn't enjoy the view. Or maybe even find a nice seaside restaurant to enjoy.]

The beach, yes.

[He hasn't been past the beach since he first arrived. Even though they can't swim, they can walk or find something else to do while they're there. Otabek pulls Yuri's arms until he's holding him snugly and then turns on the bike, easing out onto the road.]

[Yuri clasps his arms to make sure his hold on Otabek won't become too loose and smiles to himself, eager for the trip to start. He leans up so he can rest his chin on Otabek's shoulder once they get moving, close enough to talk in his ear over the purr of the engine.]

Thanks for taking me out like this. It's a nice surprise.

I'm letting her go for cheap because I don't think it fits my image anymore, [kavinsky's telling him. they're standing at street level in front of a luxury apartment complex, which stands to reason-- probably the most people who live here go for is going to be hovercars, maybe something retro (more retro than this backward universe already is), some kind of vintage bike with a secret levitation function, something.

this mechanical monster, sleek, a shade more intense than ice-blue, is an entirely different marvel. she shines in the sun, all aerodynamic facets, low-riding, promising to clock truly ridiculous speeds.] Comes with a sidecar too. I was gonna take a kid out on a date, but I thought better. You wanna give her a spin?

[Otabek is more than pleased with the bike. It's a beautiful icy blue shade that gleams in the sun. He can tell it will be fast. He's already in love with it.]

I need two helmets.

[He runs his hand down the side and swings a leg over, kicking the stand up and getting comfortable. His hands grip the bar and he leans forward, picturing how it would feel with a passenger.]

Will you get on behind me? I want to know if it works comfortably for two.

[Beka might be the one riding it daily but he had to be certain it would work for them all.]

Sure, baby. No problem. ['baby,' 'sweetheart,' kavinsky still hasn't gotten out of the habit of saying shit like that. he excuses himself for a moment, cocking his head at otabek, friendly, heads back into the building. he isn't long— certainly not long enough to have gone all the way back to his apartment, but he'd been ready for something like this. after all, he was advertising the little sidecar too.

second helmet, ready. he claps it on his head. it feels a little redundant, considering he's entirely invincible for things like this, but pretending to be a model citizen means: pretending to be a model citizen.] You already have your license? [he asks, stepping up behind the other boy. he slings one long, skinny leg over the other side of the machine, a hand coming up to otabek's hip.] I'm asking late 'cause I'm not actually worried.

[it's the truth. see: invincibility. also: enjoying the company of rule-breakers.]

Edited (a few more sentences) 2017-10-19 06:57 (UTC)

[Otabek isn't bothered by the name, assuming it's something that Kavinsky might say to a lot of people. He hasn't hit on him or anything, so he has no reason to believe that it would be anything other than a nickname of sorts.]

I had one back home.

[Which isn't really answering the question, but it's not the truth either. He hadn't even thought to get his license here. Beka hadn't considered that he'd need to but it made sense that he would. Sighing, he decides that it's not really breaking any rules. He reaches back for Kavinsky's hands and places them firmly at his hips, pushing his fingers so that they grip tightly.]

You must hold on, yes?

[He doesn't know about the invisible part.]

[it is definitely a custom for kavinsky, a habit more than a genuine, goal-oriented to flirt anymore. partly because he has a boyfriend who'd collect his nuts, invincibility be damned— and partly because his libido is broken. it definitely has nothing to do with otabek's hotness. otabek is pretty darn hot.

and in any other universe, it would lead to bad things. but now kavinsky's just slinging his arms around the other man's waist, climbing aboard.] I'm holding on, [he promises. it's been awhile since he rode bitch, but he hasn't forgotten how, settling in behind the other man, thighs up snug. he knows enough to keep his head far back enough from otabek's that their helmets aren't going to bang together.]

Sweet of you to worry, [he says, blithely. it's true. otabek is a good boy. he should probably hang out with other good boys.]

[ He receives a message saying that Otabek is picking him up for...something, leaving him in a bit of a scramble to get ready. He's in a variation of his usual casual wear, skinny jeans clinging to his long legs and v-neck exposing his collarbone. It's cooling off in Heropa a little, but he's a big ice-elemental baby about the heat, so it's still too early for jackets. Yusuke loosens his grip on the bag at his shoulder and grins the second he comes out the door and sees Otabek.

His neatly done hair is definitely about to get blown all over the place. ]

It's about time you made good on your promise, Beka.

[Otabek slides his glasses up and tips his head towards the seat behind him.]

Yusuke.

[He reaches for the spare helmet, and slides his glasses back down. When Yusuke gets close he angles himself on the bike and sets the helmet on his head, adjusting the straps. With a small smile, he tugs the man in and kisses him.]

Get on. [Beka shifts forward in his seat and helps Yusuke straddle the bike, pulling his hands around and settling them low on his stomach.] Hold tight.

[ Like he told Otabek before, he's never ridden on one of these before. The helmet feels weird, like he's top heavy, but he remains still while he adjusts the straps for him, helps him get comfortable. Yusuke isn't exactly sure where to put his feet, but he's perfectly comfortable clinging to the driver, at least. ]

Where are you taking me?

[The bike is set up so that the back passenger is positioned at an angle, making it so that Yusuke has no other option that to press up against his bike. It's different than what he had at home, more sleek and flashy, but the rates had been too good to pass up. The color was vibrant and he enjoyed that.]

Everywhere. We'll ride until we have to stop.

[He had no destination. Possibly only pausing to take a break so Yusuke's legs could adjust or if the view was too good to pass up on.]

Ready?

Take me somewhere scenic, then.

[ Trying something new and pressing himself against Otabek at the same time? Yes, please and thank you. Yusuke's hands settle low around his waist, holding him tight his his chest pressed warm against his back. ]

I am ready when you are.

Somewhere scenic it is.

[Otabek starts the bike and slowly takes off down the road. The speed is steady, allowing for Yusuke to familiarize himself with the way it feels.

When he's done a few laps around the quieter, less busy parts of Heropa, he speeds up and merges onto the busier stretches of road. Shifting in Yusuke's arms to make sure he's paying attention, he pushes the bike as fast as it can go.]

[ At first, Yusuke is concerned that he might embarrass himself. He's always felt queasy on long car rides, the stuffy air and the confined spaces get to him and drill an ache into the back of his head. In a way, this is even more confined, he doesn't have any choice but to hold still and grab the other boy tight. This is much better, and it isn't just the company, it's the air whipping harsh against his face, the speed, so different when it's something other than his legs carrying him, making his heart thud hard against Otabek's back.

It's exhilarating, especially as the speed increases, and Yusuke holds his boyfriend even tighter. When he speaks, it's more like shouting, as unusual as it is for him to raise his voice, there's no other way for him to be heard over the roar of the engine. ]

How fast does it go?

[ Viktor had been out walking his own pet, and it was thankfully Makkachin who made the piggy slow down. Bounding up to the tiny creature while Viktor trailed behind, the poodle sniffs at this new thing?? What is it?? And thankfully the pig stops long enough to sniff back at this large, fluffy thing right back. Viktor just starts to laugh while watching the scene in front of him, and even more when he hears the name called out. ]

Otabek? Is this cutie yours?

[Otabek is relieved when the other skater's fluffy dog cuts Phatbeats off and the pig, while reluctant to stop at first, is immediately enthralled by Makkachin. He snorts and snuffles, running around the dog in a few circles before bumping playfully into his side. Over and over.]

He is.

[A hand on his side to catch his breath, he stops right beside Viktor.]

His name is Treble. Once he starts running, he will not stop for anything.

[ Makkachin is loving her new tinyfriend, panting away happily while the piglet bumps her side. She even tries licking the top of its head. Viktor just chuckles at the sight of both of the animals as well as Otabek catching his breath. ]

Treble? Sounds a lot like trouble! Very aptly named.

Treble is trouble.

[He had thought the name amusing, though he hadn't realized just how much trouble the pig was until he'd had him a few days. Otabek is pleased that Treble seems to like Makkachin, since they'll be around each other a lot.]

Sit with me, Viktor?

It suits both you and him, I think~

Sure! Makkachin and I were just out for a walk anyway.

Yura helped pick it. [Otabek finds an unoccupied seat nearby, a bench with enough room for the both of them.] We don't sit and talk very often. I'd like to remedy that.

[ Viktor snickers lightly. ] Yura has a thing for naming cute things with odd names. I'm surprised it didn't end up something like "Killer" or "Doom".

[ He takes the open space next to Otabek, turned towards Otabek to talk. Makkachin comes too though she's more interested in sniffing at Treble and bumping against Otabek's legs than listening to them talk. ]

We don't, do we? Though I suppose I never spent much time with other skaters back home either.

[Otabek smiles at the mention of Yura and his penchant for naming cute things something strange. It's sweet.]

I think he was holding back for my sake. [Which is just an assumption on his end. Yuri helped and the suggestions were tailored more towards what Otabek would like.] Neither did I.

Yura was the first skater I sought out.

[And he was happy with how that has gone.]

I'd like us to be friends.

[ Viktor's expression brightens in both surprise and delight. Jeez, it's like both the Russians never had someone ask them to be friends before. ]

Really?

[Otabek glances over at Viktor in confusion. He wouldn't have said it if he hadn't meant it.]

Yes, of course. [He tips his head.] Unless that isn't what you want.

No! I mean yes! I mean— [ He interrupts himself by laughing. ]

Yes, I'd like to be friends too.

[Beka's mouth curves up and he leans over to rest a hand on Viktor's shoulder.]

Then we will be friends.

[All in all, he isn't very experienced with this. Yuri and Yusuke are the only people he's bluntly asked to be his friends. Now Viktor.]

We should get to know each other.

[ He smiles at the touch, glancing down at it briefly before turning his smile back to Otabek. ]

Mmm! How should we do that?

[He drops his hand back into his lap, glancing over to make sure that Treble isn't getting into anything he shouldn't. The piglet seems intent on following Makkachin around.]

We start by spending time together. Telling each other about ourselves.

[ Makkachin is happy to oblige, insta-adopting this odd not-dog. ]

Really? That's it? It seems so easy when it's laid out like that.

[Otabek looks up at Viktor. He doesn't know how everyone makes friends but that's what he does.]

It doesn't have to be hard.

Ah, I just haven't have many in ... a lot of years, actually. Not true friends like what I have now.

This place is good for that, isn't it? We get to be around people in ways we couldn't always back home.

It helps that we're not training all day every day, huh?

It does. With so much extra time to do what we want, I've found my personal life is more fulfilling.

Mmm, you should never forget that. Not everything should be about skating, even if you've sold your soul to it. I'm glad you've found that out early.

Being here showed me this new path. If I'd been back home, I would have continued skating and I might not have had this chance. I would never have known Yusuke.

[ Viktor chuckles lightly. ]

It sounds kind of like me. I had to take a break from skating to find out what really mattered.

I don't know that I want to go back to skating. I'd have to start all over and it would take all of my time.

[He still skates for fun and exercise.]

Will you compete here?

[ Viktor scratches the tip of his nose, looking down at Makkachin. ]

I thought about it, but it's really difficult here. Even more difficult because we're imPorts and get caught up in everything.

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