( picture prompt meme )

[socketeer]

the picture prompt meme I — Comment with your character. II — Others will leave a picture (or two, or three...) III — Reply to them with a setting based on the picture. IV — Link to any pictures that are NSFW, please. V — Be aware that this meme will be image-heavy. Link to an image: <a href=IMAGEURL>TEXT</a> Embed image in your reply: <img src=IMAGEURL> Image width and height: <img src=IMAGEURL width=500> OR <img src=IMAGEURL height=INSERT>

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[juniorchampion]

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(ooc:Alternatively, I can find more. The third picture represents jealousy. It seems abstract enough I felt I should explain, but it fits so well when you know because eyepatch.)

[anneal]

( sorry for the delay, it’s been a rough week. hope this works! )

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[ With less than two days remaining it was down to the wire, so Yuri was back at the ice rink for more practice (and to de-stress) after dinner, and while usually he spent this time alone he’d asked if Yurio wanted to go as well.

Yuko, of course, had gladly welcomed them back. She was a saint in all this, he was going to show his gratitude to her and Nishigori somehow afterward. While she made no comment about Yuri turning up that evening with his blonde rival, he could still tell she was curious.

Okay, maybe it was a little strange.

They were rivals who were competing against each other. They weren’t friends, not in the slightest, but Yuri wanted to think they had somewhat of an understanding. Though that could very well change after this competition, no matter how it turned out. Either way it was safe to say there was some level of tension there. ]

Yurio?

[ Yuri paused in lacing up his skates, glancing over to the boy seated lacing up his own a few benches away from him. ]

Can I ask you something?

[juniorchampion]

(ooc: Don't worry about it. I hope everything is alright now. The reply works great.)

(When Victor was present, the two would be at the same ice rink at the same time, but they would often practice separately when Victor had other things to do. The ice was important, but there were other ways to train the body. Staying in shape, staying loose and limber, staying focused were all important aspects involved in figure skating.

When the inferior Yuri had invited him to go to the rank, a confused glare had come before agreement, and as they'd made their way across the Japanese town to practice, he'd wondered why he had been invited. Maybe Yuri'd grown a backbone and would try to axe the competition or something.

Hands in his pockets, the curiosity went to the safest, most familiar place for Yuri: anger. What right did this Japanese man think he had to take Victor from him? A promise was a promise, and Yurio had won that championship fair and square. They should be home, practicing his routine so he could show everyone his skill wasn't just superior when compared to a bunch of kids.

Then this nobody shows up, fails in actual competition, and steals Victor away. So what if he'd done some half-way decent copy of one of Victor's performances. It made him a copycat.

The thoughts weren't as hot as they had once been, even if Yurio spent far too much of his passion on anger. He'd gone into their relationship with a bias, and even the other Yuri not sucking completely wasn't enough to make it disappear easily, and the teen was hardly kinder to people he liked on a greater scale

Inside the rank, he just tries to focus on lacing up his skates when he hears Yuki's voice. At first, he shoots him an icy-hot glare. Part of it is reflex, part of it is the distance they still need to close. With the jealousy Yurio's refuses to acknowledge, it's not going to be easy.

Before he actually answers, his eyes drop back to his shoes.) What?