[ those restless hours before sleep are almost always more beneficial than detrimental to his skating, forcing a period of reflection during his more impossibly creative hours. how to do better the next day, what he needs to work on most, what could possibly be altered to give the most authentic performance possible. he hums out thoughtfully at yuri's suggestion, an ambiguous sound in place of a rejection; he doesn't see any need for a sleeping aide.
but he appreciates the advice, nonetheless.
otabek shrugs one shoulder at yuri's deflection, knowing they share a limited social scope amongst their peers, knowing yuri wouldn't do anything like text him past midnight simply because there was no one else to text.
you don't have to do that, he doesn't say, his smile obscured by the angle he's at.
turning his head once he's nudged, he stares at the screen like he hasn't once yet considered getting something for himself. after a moment: ]
And a strawberry milkshake.
[ pulling through to the first window, he takes out his credit card to hand off to the woman at the window then leans to ruffle through a pouch on the side of the bike, wielding a detachable cup holder to fix to the space near the handlebars. taking his card back, be eases on ahead to wait for their food.
twisting in place again, still unable to angle himself well enough to look at yuri properly with amusement only half masked: ] I'm warning you in advance, I'm going to try and steal a fry.
no subject
but he appreciates the advice, nonetheless.
otabek shrugs one shoulder at yuri's deflection, knowing they share a limited social scope amongst their peers, knowing yuri wouldn't do anything like text him past midnight simply because there was no one else to text.
you don't have to do that, he doesn't say, his smile obscured by the angle he's at.
turning his head once he's nudged, he stares at the screen like he hasn't once yet considered getting something for himself. after a moment: ]
And a strawberry milkshake.
[ pulling through to the first window, he takes out his credit card to hand off to the woman at the window then leans to ruffle through a pouch on the side of the bike, wielding a detachable cup holder to fix to the space near the handlebars. taking his card back, be eases on ahead to wait for their food.
twisting in place again, still unable to angle himself well enough to look at yuri properly with amusement only half masked: ] I'm warning you in advance, I'm going to try and steal a fry.