#flowercrownbeka

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“ okay no — i can’t handle the way they keep staring at you. ”

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Otabek glanced over at Yuri, tilting his head to the side questioningly. “I mean…the way they keep looking over here is a little weird, I’ll admit—but I don’t think they really mean anything by it.” He watched Yuri carefully, trying to figure out why he seemed so bothered by it. “Is it creeping you out or something?,” The Kazakh frowned a little.

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     Otabek Altin walked in the narrow strip of dirt between the rows of storage units, acutely aware that he was being followed. Although he was always prepared to be followed—or worse, when he came here on business. This certainly wasn’t the first time, and he was all too aware that it wouldn’t be the last. Every sane person on this side of town knew better than to go within 100 feet of this storage unit at night. Unless, that is, you had business to conduct.         The Kazakh man focused on keeping his pace steady and his strides consistent so as to not alert the person behind him that Otabek knew he was being followed. Whoever was behind him stepped so lightly, that he wasn’t sure if they would even leave a foot print. Otabek knew he would be dealing with someone who would be sure to use their confident, lithesome movements to their advantage in a fight. His best opportunity was to surprise his newfound follower.                                                                                                                        He rounded the building out towards the street as if he were simply leaving but he paused just around the corner, pulling out his blade. He always carried the knife with him and this was hardly the first time he had used it. As his stalker came around the corner Otabek met face to face with a thin-framed, blond man who looked far too young, and far too graceful to even be in the same area code as the rough dark haired man. He pressed his knife against the blond’s throat and brought his face close to intimidate the one who had followed him. “You have exactly 4 seconds to tell me why you’re following me and if you don’t, or I don’t believe you, I’ll slice that pretty, pale throat right open”, his voice low and threatening.

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Otabek sat on the couch reading a book when a sneeze caught him off guard and caused him to drop his book on the floor. He leaned down to pick it up, more annoyed that he lost his page than anything but when he looked up he was met with two catlike eyes studying him with obvious concern. He chuckled as he attempted to reassure the Russian, “It was just a sneeze Yura, I’ll be fine”

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Otabek all out laughed as he glanced behind him to see Yuri following him down the sidewalk wearing a pair of ridiculous glasses with particularly large frames covered in the Russian’s trademark leopard print. Otabek stopped in the doorway of the small bookstore they had been walking to when Yuri donned his masterful disguise. Yuri was pretending not to notice him at all as he stepped around Otabek and entered the bookstore alone. Otabek walked in shortly after and headed to his favorite section in the back of the shop. He grabbed a few interesting looking books off the shelf so that he could read the inside jackets more in-depth. Otabek sat down in his normal spot at a small wooden table. He smiled when he saw Yuri walking in his direction, still wearing the outrageous glasses. Whatever Yuri was playing at, Otabek was sure it would be quite the treat…