#oap-rp

//Closed RP with @oap-rp//

They were on the way to Budapest.

Otabek was competing at the Budapest Trophy this weekend in Hungary. Yuri had no idea why his federation had decided to send him there as opposed to the Kazakhstan Classic this past weekend. Oh, well, there wasn’t much that could be done about it. He only wanted Otabek to win everything he damn well could since Yuri was out for the foreseeable future. (And there was nothing he could do about that, either.)

Yuri made his way through the plane to their seat, which was way too far back for his liking. At least one plus, he thought to himself, was that it was easy for people to get out of your way when you were 185 cm tall in Japan. It wasn’t uncommon, but it wasn’t that common, either. Yuri put his bags up in the nearest bin, shoving them in there a bit before sitting down in his seat. God, in the middle, too? Why?!

At least he was sitting with Otabek. Not sitting with his husband was NOT an option. He waited for Otabek to sit down before looking at it. “Seriously? Economy?” He knew he was whining a bit, but come on! “You know I have long legs. Why are we here?”