'Y-Yuri!' Mila's voice comes out almost strangled, her laughter too close to the surface for her to do anything but avert her gaze from Yuri's completely serious expression. To pass it off as shock and embarrassment, she glances back at the man, and shakes her head with a long-suffering sigh. 'Please, don't mind him. Even at the rink, it's like having a terrible little brother to babysit sometimes.'
'You're not babysitting me here.' Yuri's sulky tone is genuine enough. 'Anyway, Coach Yakov wanted me to find you and Lilia. I saw her over that way a few minutes ago, so I came to get you first.'
'Fine, fine.' Mila finally has her own expression under control, and she slips her arm through Yuri's, as if she's taking him in hand like a responsible older sister figure should. Yuri huffs under his breath, but doesn't pull away from her. 'Will you excuse us, please?' she says to the man, giving him an apologetic smile that would never pass as sincere to anyone from the Sports Champions Club. 'It was very nice talking to you. I hope you'll enjoy the skating -- we appreciate your support.'
'Yes, er, certainly.' There's really nothing else that the man can say at this point. But there's a bit of a pause before he adds, his gaze darting between Mila and Yuri, 'Best of luck to you...ah, to both of you.'
As they turn to leave, Yuri manages to catch the man's eye, and gives him a look that leaves nothing to the imagination: She can kick the literal shit out of you, you sick fuck. Don't think that I wouldn't do the same if I could.
Once they've made it a respectable distance away from anyone who might have been in earshot of their previous conversation, Mila chortles softly and bumps Yuri's side with her hip. 'Yuri Plisetsky, you are the worst,' she says, bright and fond, with a real smile this time. 'Quad axel. Whatever made you come up with that one?'
'Just forget about it, Baba.' Now that it's over and they don't have to deal with that creep anymore, there's no point in talking about it, is there? Or such is Yuri's opinion on the matter. 'Yakov's with Georgi somewhere; Lilia's over this way.'
(And for once, Mila doesn't press him further. But her arm tightens in another little squeeze, as the two of them make their way over to Lilia and the women who are chatting with her.)
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'You're not babysitting me here.' Yuri's sulky tone is genuine enough. 'Anyway, Coach Yakov wanted me to find you and Lilia. I saw her over that way a few minutes ago, so I came to get you first.'
'Fine, fine.' Mila finally has her own expression under control, and she slips her arm through Yuri's, as if she's taking him in hand like a responsible older sister figure should. Yuri huffs under his breath, but doesn't pull away from her. 'Will you excuse us, please?' she says to the man, giving him an apologetic smile that would never pass as sincere to anyone from the Sports Champions Club. 'It was very nice talking to you. I hope you'll enjoy the skating -- we appreciate your support.'
'Yes, er, certainly.' There's really nothing else that the man can say at this point. But there's a bit of a pause before he adds, his gaze darting between Mila and Yuri, 'Best of luck to you...ah, to both of you.'
As they turn to leave, Yuri manages to catch the man's eye, and gives him a look that leaves nothing to the imagination: She can kick the literal shit out of you, you sick fuck. Don't think that I wouldn't do the same if I could.
Once they've made it a respectable distance away from anyone who might have been in earshot of their previous conversation, Mila chortles softly and bumps Yuri's side with her hip. 'Yuri Plisetsky, you are the worst,' she says, bright and fond, with a real smile this time. 'Quad axel. Whatever made you come up with that one?'
'Just forget about it, Baba.' Now that it's over and they don't have to deal with that creep anymore, there's no point in talking about it, is there? Or such is Yuri's opinion on the matter. 'Yakov's with Georgi somewhere; Lilia's over this way.'
(And for once, Mila doesn't press him further. But her arm tightens in another little squeeze, as the two of them make their way over to Lilia and the women who are chatting with her.)