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     ANGELO WAS NOT PARTICULARLY interested in having a coach, but in order to better himself, he had to have one. One could only get so far flying solo. How he managed to rope in someone like Yuri Plisetsky was a mystery in itself, although it wasn’t as if he could complain. Having a famous figure skater as your coach would make most beside themselves with excitement. Sighing a bit, he rested his back against the side of the rink after he finished his stretches, waiting patiently for this famous figure to appear. ❝He’s late.❞ Not that he was in a particular hurry, but he did want to get straight to training as soon as possible. Maybe he bumped into some issue that required his attention? Angelo was half-tempted to call to make sure, yet didn’t want to look as impatient as he felt.

He waves the small piece of colored wood with a smile, unfazed by the other’s initial comment knowing full well his pun hit its target, but he paused in amused thought at the question.

“Hmmm, well, I’m sure if they peng-lose, they’re eaten.” Said very straightforward although light hearted in tone.

He put his phone down, casting it aside until later. There was nothing that important going on anyways. 

“You know, throwing sock balls at people isn’t very polite.” he said, hands reaching up to run through the others hair before pulling him in for an actual kiss.

“Too late.” he whispered. Two drink Yuuri was still relatively calm. But...

He lifted his cup, smiling at Yurio before starting on his third drink which was literally just straight up vodka that he’d found at home. This should do it.