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𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒌 𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒏. ([personal profile] singles) wrote 2017-02-12 11:19 pm (UTC)

It's just fast food, you don't need to pay me back.

[ though he's not going to put up a fight if it makes yuri uncomfortable, it's only mcdonalds, he hadn't thought twice about it. but it draws a huff of laughter from him, nothing unkind, only amused by the protest and the additional shove to his back.

he's still going to lift a few fries, that's already in the cards no matter how visceral the threats. ]


Alright. Hang on. [ with the milkshake and bag of food stashed away, otabek checks his phone one more time to make sure of the route back to the hotel before pulling out of the parking lot, suddenly very aware himself of the cold.

he drives a little over the speed limit the rest of the way, unusually comfortable with yuri close behind him, forehead to jacket clad back, constantly aware of every small movement behind him.

it's a quiet drive and he's content with it, just long enough for him to wonder if the side pouch is enough to keep yuri's food warm. pulling into the hotel lot, he parks and gathers up their stuff, helmet tucked under one arm. ]
Come on. Let's go get warm.

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