Domestic Life is New

What is planned.

"Ugh, where did that annoying pig go to?" Yurio said, scanning the room.
"Yuri, follow me." Otebek whispered, pointing to the front door of the lobby.
While everything was happening, the two snuck out. The night air was chilly, giving your breath a thick haze every time you breathed. They had just walked around the corner and found a waggen selling hot coffee.
"Here." Yurio said, handing the man some money, "two please."
"Aah. Coming right up young man." The old man behind the waggen said, filling up two cups and handing them to the boys. "Pretty cold out tonight, better be careful walking around."
"Yeah yeah." Yurio said, walking ahead. Behind him, Yurio heard Otebek chuckle. "What?!"
"Nothing, just you don't change, no matter who you meet." Otebek breathed, sipping his coffee. "Even when we were young, you still acted the way you do now."
"And is that a problem?" Yurio asked, sounding more interested then he meant to. "I mean, so what if I don't change."
"I didn't say it was a bad thing, it's refreshing."
"Huh?" Yurio said, looking confused.
"I've had to change who I am as a skater and as a person several times over, trying to please my coaches over the years, so it's nice to see the soldier eyed boy stay the same." Otebek said, looking at the sky.
"Don't call me that, it's bad enough I am stuck with Yurio now"
"Mm."
The two walked in silence, watching the snow begin to fall. Even as late as it was, they could still hear children playing, and also hear nothing at all.
"Yuri, tomorrow morning, I'll be going back to Almaty."
"Figured, that's where your home rink is right?" Yurio said, looking away.
"Right, but I thought I would just tell you."
"I could have figured it out on my own, you're not hard to find."
Yurio mumbled, tryin to keep his voice down. "And besides, what's the good in telling me something like that?"
Otebek didn't say anything for a minute, the looked at Yurio. "I figured it'd be an unsaid invitation to visit."
That stopped Yurio in his tracks, he wasn't used to friendship, let alone something like this.
"Thanks..." Yurio said, steaming on ahead, but didn't get far enough, because he could still hear him laugh.
Before he could stop himself, he turned around to face him, "St. Petersburg. My rinks there. Much better then any rink in Almaty."
"Hm. I'll have to see it to believe it." The night was cold, but the two weren't cold anymore, their minds thinking of other things then the chilly wind.