YURIO CHOREOGRAPHED HIS EX IN FUCKING ONE NIGHT IM FUCKING SCREAMING
im just imagining this little shit running around the streets of barcelona in the middle of the night trying to cobble a costume together while he lets beka handle the music
he bursts into chris’s hotel room at 3 like “give me one of your sexy tank tops”
& chris is 75% asleep and doesn’t register that none of his clothes are appropriate for a 15 year old. he gestures at his wardrobe and as yurio leaves he’s like. “im 2 sizes bigger than you my tanks will fall off”
yurio looks him dead in the eye. “good.”
yurio takes pleasure in waking JJ up at 5 am and asking for his tackiest piece of jewelry.
“here’s this cross necklace that i got at a flea market for 2 bucks”
yurio snatches it out of his hands. “im going to kick your ass today shithead”
JJ wonders if yurio understands the meaning of an exhibition skate.
the hardest part is the jacket bc yurio’s outfit just isn’t right but there’s no one here that’s actually his size and yurio hasn’t slept in 24 hours.
he’s on his 5th red bull.
when suddenly, like a bolt from the blue, he sees someone outside the rink wearing the gaudiest purple leather jacket he’s ever seen. it’s perfect.
“you! how much for your jacket!”
the man is confused bc he doesn’t speak english and also the men’s GPF gold medalist is screaming at him. he’s 80% sure these are his last moments on earth.
“jacket“ yurio says like that will make the man understand.
through a complex game of charades, yurio manages to communicate that he wants the jacket. the man happily hands it over bc holy shit it’s the ice tiger of russia.
yurio throws the guy 30,000 rubles.
yurio shows up right before his EX running on 15 red bulls with under eye circles darker than his soul.
“you look like you’ve been shoved through a meat grinder” mila says
“good” yurio replies.
no amount of foundation will help. lilia is panicking, barcelona is falling. yurio’s eyes still look like they can see through time.
georgi kicks in the door. “i got this”
it’s 5 minutes to show time and yuuri and viktor come to see him off. they’re still in their own EX costumes.
“wow! so chic!” viktor says before getting distracted by a dog in the stands. (”it’s in a purse yuuri, 10/10 would doggo again“)
“davai!” yuuri says.
yuuri has a pair of sunglasses clipped to his shirt. yurio points at them. “are those viktor’s”
they’re gucci and worth more than nikolai plisetsky’s car.
yurio snatches them and skates off before viktor comes back.
beka is at the edge of the rink dressed in all black. he flashes yurio a thumbs up.