#otvesnoida

*snorts* Come here Mila will give ya some love. xD

       “It can’t be that hard, right?”

   The white haired male’s face screws up in thought, head titled as he thinks. His skates clack lightly against the ice as he slides his foot against it, watching it momentarily, before his eyes move to another of the skaters currently on the ice.

       “Can you show me how to do it again? I          feel like I’m missing something in the footwork,         but I’m... a bit lost, honestly..”

what is this url *slams hands on desk* I have an oc I would love to follow him on. we don’t have to roleplay but I wish to follow. please? *smiles*

Is you’re icon of Akashi from KnB?

   yuri doesn’t get this, he really doesn’t, the dog person in him grumbles over the oddities on the stall table. obsessive little things, with glass eyes and paws that wave. his luck is too scattered for him to rely on such an object, and with it’s globes for eyeballs and reflective gold for skin, he doesn’t think it would help him sleep at night either.

     “um— mila?”

   at least she seems to be happy here. 

   there are knick-knacks on the make-shift cubical walls that swish their tails back and forth as they judge both left and right, like waiting suspiciously for someone to tell them that their watch is off and that the large clock hand just doesn’t match the number of it’s twin. yuri is definitely a dog person.

     “what exactly...are we looking for again...?”