cigarettes // yuri on ice

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Yuri was absolutely captivated by him, and despite his warnings, he did want to be a part of that; or whatever 'that' was.

"So Yuri.."

"Yes?"

"You always ask about me. What about you?"

"Oh.. me?"

"Yes. You. If you don't plan to mug me,and aren't homeless then you must have a story to tell."

"But everyone has a story to tell."

"I guess you're right. What's yours?"

"Oh.. I'm nothing special really," he laughed quietly.

That was him, the bland one with no story to tell. His parents were extremely overprotective. All of his life has been mediocre, stereotypical, and well- he had nothing to brag about but nothing to be ashamed of. Yuri lived the perfect life.

And he hated it.

Maybe the Russian was the little taste of adventure in his bubble-wrapped reality.