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[ichi89]

 
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[kingfuckboy]

You guess? Aw.

[otabek_altin]

Better than you not liking me?

Anyways, how is training going?

[kingfuckboy]

Oh yeah, there's that.

It's going well. Thinking of rearranging the quads in my program. Or adding some in the second half. How...are things going with you?

[otabek_altin]

I would just rearrange them. Maybe go from there if you really feel you could do more.

Things are fine, just been practicing more. Working on composing a new program...it's interesting.

[kingfuckboy]

I look forward to seeing it.

I like the way you think, Bek~ Be sure to plan plenty of quads. It's the only way to compete~

[otabek_altin]

Not everyone has to do it your way JJ.

If they did it wouldn't be 'JJ Style', right?

[kingfuckboy]

[ Ahhh...he's totally into Otabek mentioning JJ Style to him. He takes a few minutes to respond, despite his previously fast responses. ]

No, I guess it wouldn't be. Still...consider one or two more. Your jumps are flawless in competition as it is.

[otabek_altin]

[ Damn JJ, you are so cute. ]

We'll see. Shouldn't you be sleeping soon. You have practice right?

Or am I remembering the time difference wrong?

[kingfuckboy]

[ He's crushing pretty hard. So...he's pretty happy when Otabek acknowledges things he's doing. He's trying very hard not to sound eager about it, though. ]

Should be. Insomnia. It turned out it's not so bad, though...since we got to chat a little in real time.

[otabek_altin]

[ Poor guy. ]

Ouch.

Well if you need someone to talk to till you can fall asleep I'm here.

[kingfuckboy]

[ Otabek is just so good. JJ's not even sure he deserves his friendship in his insomnia state. Just why. ]

Thanks, Otabek.

[ It seems sincere, at least. ]

Do you dance?

[otabek_altin]

Dance?

Not much, usually the one providing the music.

[kingfuckboy]

Well,
maybe sometime I'll be able to convince you, Mister DJ Altin.

[otabek_altin]

Maybe.

What have you been up to, other than training and giving Lance a hard time?

[kingfuckboy]

I'll try, you know. I'll try. Maybe just ballroom.

My music. What about you?

[otabek_altin]

I believe it. Might be fun.

Music...practice. Family's happy to have me home more and it's nice to be back in Almaty but I miss my other rinks a little.

[kingfuckboy]

I miss you

[ He doesn't even think about it when he sends it. And there's the text, gone. To Otabek. Shit. He wishes he could take it back. So next comes a series of texts, each line - a new text. ]

...at the rink

I mean

you too

sorry

[otabek_altin]

[ Well, that wasn't what JJ was expecting to see but, it does make him smile. Honestly so do all the little texts after.

It's obvious JJ is trying to save his own ass, even if he really doesn't need to. ]

Yeah? I miss you too, you always make practice more interesting.

[kingfuckboy]

I'm glad, Otabek.

You're training in Almaty right now, right? Wrong?

[otabek_altin]

Yes.

As usual.

[kingfuckboy]

Never know with you, Mister World-traveler.

[otabek_altin]

Not exactly a world traveler. The furthest I go when I'm not competing lately is

Russia I guess?

[kingfuckboy]

Because of the Kitten?

[ oops, he's jealous ]

[otabek_altin]

Well yeah, not much of another reason for me to go.

[ JJ please. ]

[kingfuckboy]

Ah. Thought so.

[ oops. ]

You should come to Canada sometime.

[ or he'd happily come visit in Kazakhstan. he doesn't want to sound desperate... ]