Knight in Shining Armor

  《《Independent, Semi-Selective RP Blog for Michele Crispino from Yuri!!! on Ice》》

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☆ ┇     now that michele had stated his full name, it sounds familiar to guanghong, who gives a smile in response to the words. michele, despite his initial intimidating aura, was actually surprisingly polite– either that or he was just really good at faking it. he was still nearly 20 cm taller than guanghong, meaning that it was difficult for him not to be at least a little bit menacing, but he seemed pretty nice so far.

the smile on the other’s face, though small, seems genuine as far as guanghong can tell– and it does help settle the nervousness bubbling within him. skating with michele seems like a far-fetched dream considering everything from their difference in age to their difference in skill, but that doesn’t mean it’s an impossible scenario. if everything goes well in guanghong’s senior debut in the next season, then who’s to say that they won’t meet on the ice?

       – “ i look forward to skating with you too! hopefully it’ll happen in the near future– i’ve seen some of your programs and they’re really amazing. ” guanghong always tried to keep his fanboying to a minimal amount, but it was kind of difficult now that he actually got the opportunity to talk to such a talented skater. “ and i’m sure you’ll do well now too! ”

He wasn’t oblivious to the fact that his fans did appreciate his programs, but to hear it voiced from a younger skater was a little different. It wasn’t something he’d really experienced in this kind of setting, and honestly speaking, it was flattering. He was touched to an extent that he probably shouldn’t have been, but something about the other’s genuine enthusiasm warmed his soul.

Michele supposed he ought to start interacting with the skaters in the junior division more often. If all of them were as real as this young man Michele could say with little doubt that they would be beneficial to speak with. Inspiring someone else was really something wonderful, he’d decided. Perhaps, Sara wasn’t the only other skater he should’ve been seeking to inspire.

“I’ll do my best. Thank you though. I hope you’ll enjoy what I’ll be skating today,” He nodded, not completely unaware of his excitement. He would do his best, and he did hope to bring a smile to the other’s face. It really was nice to make people happy.

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Drunk Flirting is the Best Flirting

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vityablades:

“It’s not bad, but..Michele, it makes me wonder just how much you love your sister.” And not to mention, in what way. He definitely had a sister complex from Viktor’s point of view, and that could end up being dangerous down the road. Sara seemed like the independent type the further along she got, and if Michele kept dotting after her, it could potentially ruin their relationship.

“Give her some space. I know you don’t want to do that because of how you feel, but don’t you think it’s necessary? The longer you hang on, the worse it will be down the road. You want her happy, da? What if she finds a man she wants to be with? What will you do then?”

Now there was his greatest fear. What would he do then? He honestly had no idea. He knew he loved Sara. Another part knew he needed to give her space as Viktor had said. He could do that. He could give her space, but bring someone else? Bring another person who she might depend on more than she did on him? Michele was afraid to even consider the possibility.

“...I don’t know. I don’t know if I can. I... I don’t know any other existence,” It was true. He didn’t know how to live without Sara. He’d tied his identity so close to hers that at this point he was at a loss as to how to live without her. To Michele asking him to live without Sara was like asking him to cut off his hand.

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Comforting 101

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It wasn’t going to be bad asking for advice. Right? Michele seemed like the sort of man that would offer a word of advice to the other. Michele, from what JJ has seen, is a kind and considerate man. He liked Michele.. hopefully they can be friends of some sort. That would really settle JJ’s thoughts at the moment.

Canada depended on him a lot. He knows this. It’s one of the reasons he worked so hard to get gold all of the time. Sure, sometimes it didn’t work [Bronze in the last GPF he participated in as well]… but at least they were proud of him. But with this GPF? He promised so much, and only gave so little back.

        It honestly made you feel like shit throughout the rest of your day.

To call over Isabella is not what he wants. He wants Isabella to not worry. He saw how she was crying during her performance. He saw how Isabella was so proud of him.. and it only made him want to keep the negativity away from her. The longer he kept it away.. the better. But eventually he will go to her. Eventully he will speak to her on the matter. But perhaps advice from someone in the same competition was good. Michele seemed like he was a man who knew what failure felt like. Even if JJ doesn’t know his entire story.

“I do not want Isabella worrying. She deserves to smile. I know she nearly tears up at my performances. I know Isabella is crying for me as my parents are, but I just… I can’t disturb her. She’s already suffering enough. I need to not bother her. I… I appreciate you sticking around, Michele.” JJ admits, flashing a gentle smile the Italian’s way. He appreciates Michele’s worry – and it’s nice to be comforted by someone who could actually come into the locker room.

That advice was something that Michele would readily give if Jean simply asked. He wasn’t the best with words or social interactions in general, but he could try. He could always try. At Jean’s response, Michele felt himself empathizing with the other skater to a greater level. Of course, he wouldn’t want to worry her. That was sweet of him even if it might not have been the smartest move. Michele could definitely relate.

On one hand he could agree that burdening a loved one, especially someone as important as he assumed Isabella was to Jean, with your own problems, but on another level he vaguely grasped that it was important to talk to those close to you. It took time, of course, but hiding forever helped no one. Still. The wound was fresh. He understood that Jean would want to wait at least a little while, at least until the tears stopped falling.

Michele smiled softly back, pulling back a little so he could properly speak. He was happy to hear that his attempt at comfort had been well received. While Jean wasn’t completely the grinning skater who radiated confidence both on and off the ice, he was something more human, something Michele could understand. It was eye-opening, and something about it made him want to help. He supposed even the brightest stars sometimes burst.

“It’s no problem. I’m sure Isabella is very proud of you. It was brave. What you did,” He paused, seeming thoughtful, “I’m sure they all are. There’s always next season, sì?”

[your-sexy-katsudon]

On Vacation closed RP with chivalrousindignation

[your-sexy-katsudon]

“Uhm…to Santa Maria street, there’s the cafeteria I went to yesterday but I can’t remember its name, I just know the street but I can’t find it on the map”. Yuri explained, he was a little shy of the other since they were only aquaintances, and it didn’t seem like Michele had a good opinion of him, since the last time he saw him, Michele referred to him as “the closet pervert”. Given that he saw him  drunk, half naked and dancing on a pole, Yuri could not quite blame him, but still, it was awkward.

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Michele didn’t exactly have negative opinion of Yuuri. It was just that any man who came within twenty five meters of his beloved sorella was bound to be subject to Michele’s disdain. Fortunately Sara was nowhere nearby, so for now, he had no problem with Yuuri at all. He was always there to lend a hand, especially when it was someone he knew. With a nod, Michele gestured for him to follow, not needing the map anymore than he might need it to find his own house. Thankfully that was somewhere he was familiar with.

“Of course. Just follow me,” Pausing once he took a few steps, he hummed, “How long are you in Italy for?”

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On Vacation closed RP with chivalrousindignation

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It was such a relief that someone actually came to help him. Yuri turned around, looking like a panicked lost puppy. It wasn’t a good combination to be alone, lost in a foreign country and suffering from anxiety. Much to his surprise was to find a familiar looking man “Oh hello Michele..uh yea I might need some help with directions” he replied with a timid smile

This was probably the first time he ever talked to the Italian skater what an odd coincidence to bump into him here.

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Michele nodded in agreement as if he’d expected the answer all along which in short, he had. It was obvious the man had been lost, and he was fairly certain there wasn’t anyone he knew who actively seeked out ways to get lost, Katsuki included. Judging by the look on his face he’d judged correctly.

“Of course, where are you looking to go?” Michele made his way over to Yuuri’s side, simply pausing to glance at his map. It wasn’t a terrible one, but not the best either.

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I wasn’t kidding when I said I’ll draw everyone

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Comforting 101

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arroogant:

As someone who struggled with anxiety, hearing Michele open about helping JJ out was comforting. But he doesn’t necessarily want help from the other. He is nervous and he doesn’t like expressing his bad days (or feelings) to anyone that he isn’t familiar with. It’s not that he doesn’t want to speak to Michele, but that’s about it.

Being your parents’ pride (specifically the eldest and most talented one), as well as wanting to hold a promise to your fiancee (which in itself was hard), and even wanting to impress JJ Girls and your proud country called Canada... it was extremely hard. People were there to cheer you on, but no one understood the immense pain you dealt with once you fucked up. Although they were let down and didn’t think much of it later on; it still stung. A lot.

Hearing Michele speak, it makes him swallow and he looks away. Tears still rolling down his eyes. This was not how he wanted ANYONE to see him. He would much prefer his father coming over to comfort him (no matter how bad his father was with it).It wasn’t that he hated Michele, it was just… he barely knew the guy, and he was pretty sure that Michele barely liked him, anyway.

       “I… I don’t.. wish to bother you, Michele. You’ve got your own things to        worry about. Who I’ve let down and how I feel is something you don’t        need to worry about. I..I.. I appreciate the concern.”

It feels like he took forever to say this, but it was simply said through sobs. Something that he couldn’t control at the moment. He did his best. Spoke as clearly as he could – and JJ managed to do it pretty well. A sharp inhale is taken, and he looks away once again. He doesn’t pull away – he wants to, but he doesn’t. JJ’s craving some attention; help. He’s craving someone to hold him, but he doesn’t want to let on to Michele that he wants the man before him to help since he’s right there. But his mind’s already leaning into the man slightly, regardless if he wanted to or not.

Michele pats Jean’s back, finally hugging him closer once he realizes the other is leaning into his touch. He knows that although his presence might not be welcome he’ll remain as a substitute until someone better arrives. He doesn’t want Jean to feel like he needs to push through without a soul in the world who understands his predicament. As the oldest of his family he might not have the same amount of pressure from his parents, but he thinks the pressure he puts on himself is similar.

He himself didn’t even make it to the Finals while his younger sister did. He knew what defeat feels like, and he could empathize. No one should have to go through that, and it was even worse for Jean. He knew how much Canada depended on him to win them their medals in the men’s figure skating world. He knew how young he was. He knew how much pressure he must’ve been feeling. It was no secret that much was expected of the determined, cheery young man. It was understandable to see him broken at the notion of having failed them all.

But he hadn’t. There was always next season. Mistakes happened. No one was perfect. So after holding Jean in his arms for another moment longer, he spoke once again, voice still soft, still comforting. There was no need to frighten him or push him away. He was fragile. He needed comfort, “Do you want me to call over your fiancee?”

He wasn’t sure if Jean would appreciate the sentiment or if he would even want to see her at this point in time. He knew he wouldn’t particularly want Sara to see him in such a state if he was the one in Jean’s situation though he supposed he would be grateful for her presence. Nevertheless, he would do whatever made Jean most comfortable. Maybe he’d say yes. Maybe he wouldn’t. Michele would do whatever worked best.

[passport-life]

Rome | Italy

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bingtiaowu:

☆ ┇     “ yes, i’m fine, ” he reassures automatically, still with that slightly embarrassed look on his face, and it’s only then that guanghong realizes exactly who it is that he had bumped into. the name crispino springs to mind, though he’s fairly sure that’s the man’s last name. still, he knows that crispino is among the figure skaters who will perform today, meaning that guanghong is most definitely taking up this man’s precious time.

       – “ you’re one of the competitors– ” guanghong starts, and oops, those weren’t supposed to be among the words he was going to say aloud. he tries again, “ i’m really sorry, i hope i didn’t– ” thoughts too jumbled to really make sense, guanghong curses himself for stumbling over his words so much. honestly, he kind of just wishes he could melt right into the wall now, and pretend this had never happened. perhaps this was what he deserved, for sneaking off from his seat in the first place.

       – “ i’m really excited to see your programs, ” he manages at last– he might as well say some words of encouragement now that he’s here (and hopefully cover up his awkward slip-ups while he’s at it). “ i’m, ah, still in the junior circuit but i’ll hopefully be joining the seniors next season. uh, not that that matters a lot but–! um, good luck. ”

Strangely enough the other’s awkwardness seems to only serve as an encouragement to Michele in wanting to make the other feel more comfortable. It’s obvious he’s nervous, young, too. He’s been there, and he knows it must be a frightening thing to have bumped into someone from the senior division on their way to compete. Fortunately, for him there’s no need to panic. Michele isn’t in any rush.

“Michele Crispino. Italy,” Michele supplies, something akin to a smile playing up on his features. At the compliments and the explanation he’s simply content to listen. While the other seems shy something tells him he will be seeing him around next season. It will be interesting to see how he skates; that much is for sure.

The younger skater had encouraged him. It’s only polite to return the favor, especially since he does see potential, and he is the older one. So this time, a small smile on his lips, Michele nods his thanks, “Grazie. I’m sure I will see you next season. I will look forward to skating with you.”

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Drunk Flirting is the Best Flirting

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vityablades:

“Mn. I have. It is quite good this year. It’s definitely imported, that’s for sure.” If Michele said it was Italian..he was either telling the truth or drunk and too drunk to actually know if it was from his country or not. Viktor was thinking the latter, probably.

“You can’t talk to other women? Maybe not like this, but it isn’t as difficult as you seem to think it is. I think..you just need to realize they’re not your sister, and think of them as different women. You know, you’re allowed to talk to them. Sara won’t get mad at you.” But was he even worried about her getting angry? And how he was acting right now from the drinks he had, it sort of reminded him a little bit like..

Well, honestly it reminded him a little bit of Georgi, except the poor guy usually got emotional when he drank. Viktor only saw it during parties…like this.

“I’m sure you can do it, though. Have you ever had interest in other women besides your sister?”

“That’s the trouble. They aren’t Sara. They’re all so different. I-- Mannaggia...” Michele trailed off into muttered Italian curses, seeming even more distressed.  While he knew what Viktor was saying was true it wasn’t as easy to put into practice. How was he supposed to just go up to women and say hello? It seemed like something easily done, but almost every time it ended in awkwardness. 

Even if that was how most social interactions he was involved in ended it still didn’t mean he liked being awkward. In fact, it was the complete opposite, and his desperate attempts and trying not to be only proved to make things worse. He’d given up long, long ago.

It was too late for him. He’d spent so much time and energy on Sara that he’d forgotten to develop proper social skills, and now? With Sara wanting out? What was he supposed to do know? He was nothing without her.

--Wait. Interest in other women? No, no, he couldn’t say he had. He’d never really considered it, and if he had, he’d pushed the thought away almost immediately.

“No, I haven’t... Merda. That’s a bad thing, isn’t it?”

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Comforting 101

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      JJ did not want Mickey there, but there was nothing he could do. He was doomed. Mickey saw him in tears (even after his parents left) and that was the worst part about it. No one to hide into.. no one to hold or to be comforted by. JJ wanted Isabella – or even his parents! But he had made the grand mistake of shooing them off so he can cry. What a mistake that was for sure. Now, it isn’t that he hates Michele or something… it’s the idea of crying before a skater that knows JJ to be so confident… but only to see him crying? Horrible!

Glancing up to the elder skater, JJ huffs. A small nod of approval leaving him as he grips at the green fabric upon him. A low whimper of attempting to hold his anxiety in, coming loose like a wild dog on a limpy chain. Clutching the fabric, JJ exhales. Ugh… he was so tired. He just wanted to go back to the hotel. Could you blame him, though?

JJ is only nineteen– to some still considered a child. But to others and the Government? In their eyes, he was an adult. While his parents knew this… they also knew that JJ was not expected to be the best. He was not expected to always win – and although many PERCEIVED him as a mature male because he looked to be one as well? It was not true. JJ was not the most mature man there… but he was mature.. and like most people; he had a childish side. No shame in that!

            What’s wrong? Oh… did Michele not see it?

A sob escapes him. Biting his lower lip as he coughs out. Hoping that his parents came walking out soon. Blue eyes avert to Michele; not before he looks way quickly. “I failed..” JJ musters lowly. “I have failed… and I… I broke my promises. I lost my chance at gold.” JJ’s mess up was his worst. The least in the career. It was HORRIBLE knowing this. But they all suffered it. JJ shakes his head. Swallowing shirty after. “No.. forget it.. I can’t open to you. I do not know you.” He lifts a hand to rub his sleeve against his nose. “I apologize for this. Do not stay around if you don’t want..” At least JJ knew when he was wrong, eh?

He knows how he feels. Michele knows the weight of being the eldest, of being your country’s hope, your parent’s pride and joy and the one people look up to as if they expected you to know just what to do in every situation. He’s painfully aware of the fact that he isn’t the best. He isn’t the strongest or the brightest. He doesn’t win every time. He knows how it feels, or somewhat at least. He knows the pressure put on ones like them, and his heart breaks for Jean-Jacques Leroy despite him barely knowing him.

There’s an unexpected camaraderie he finds, and even though the other seeks to push him away, Michele finds himself tapping into an almost maternal side of himself at the sight of the younger broken and crying. He wants to help. Maybe he knows how.

With a soft sigh, Michele’s finds his expression becoming one of concern and sympathy as he reaches forward to hug the other man. Arms wrapped loosely around his shoulders as if he’s waiting for Jean to pull away, Michele speaks, his voice soft, “Whatever you prefer. I’m here to listen, si? You don’t have to be alone in this.”

While he doesn’t voice it he tries to convey that he won’t judge; that he will be here for him. It’s a horrible thing to feel alone because you must appear to be strong, and no matter how great that kind of responsibility got to a man. You can’t hold the weight of the world alone; no, not forever. Sometimes you needed a shoulder to cry on; sometimes you needed to be able to be held. Michele attempts to convey all this in a single action, and he hopes it goes through. If need be he could always pull away. His grip was loose. He wouldn’t try to hold him like he did to Sara when she cried; no, not unless he wanted it, but he was here if he wanted it.

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On Vacation closed RP with chivalrousindignation

This was probably the first time he ever travelled as a vacation rather than because of skating. Yuuri was looking forward to travel to Rome, especially since he haven’t had the chance to travel to Europe as much as he wished to. It was a long flight, but he was used to it by now, and when he arrived he settled in the hotel he was lodging and slept ( because it was evening when he arrived).

The next morning he had breakfast, and started his tour. He visited the most popular sight-seeings; such as the colloseum and then the forums. However it was already noon when he got out of his first visit, and decided to find somewhere to eat lunch. He walked a little bit long way when he realized that he couldn’t recognise the road. Yuuri turned his head around looking for a signpost, but to no avail, he takes out his map and tries to retrace the steps, while trying to keep calm and supress the dreading thought;

I am lost and alone.

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For some unknown reason Michele had decided that the best way to search for the little shop his sister had told him to stop by to grab some olive oil at was walking. Of course, he didn't really mind walking, or he hadn't up until he'd realized just how far this place was. He'd been there a few times before, but typically someone else bought the oil. He grocery shopped but the specialty things were left up to Sara.

It was then that he spotted someone, a tourist presumably, standing at the corner of the street, looking extremely confused. Upon closer inspection he found it Yuuri Katsuki, the Japanese skater who'd placed second at last season's GPF. Interesting. He wondered why he was here. Deciding social interaction was preferable to being questioned as to why he hadn't assisted a lost acquaintance he approached the other.

”Excuse me, are you lost?”

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plotted starter for  —-  @chivalrousindignation !

☆ ┇      guanghong quite enjoyed being back in america. he would always visit at least once a year, both to practice and for sightseeing purposes. it seemed this country had endless experiences to offer and guanghong didn’t ever tire of what he could see here. still, there were so many states he had yet to visit, attractions he had yet to take endless pictures of to those back home. 

but sightseeing would have to wait for now, as guanghong has other matters to tend to– an ice-skating event. still being in the junior circuit, he wasn’t going to perform there, but he was still eager to see who would be. he already knew the names of course, having done his thorough research beforehand, but getting to see the skaters up-close would be far more exciting than staring at names on a screen. 

being a professional figure skater does luckily have its own perks even when he’s not participating in the event– like getting good seats and being allowed behind the scenes. it’s all for the sake of learning of course– his seniors use a lot of techniques he still had yet to properly understand– but he can’t help but snoop around a little as well. curiosity getting the best of him, he stands up from his seat to walk into the hallway again, knowing that there’s still quite sometime until warm-up starts.

but of course, with his luck and awkwardness, it was inevitable that something would go wrong– as soon as he turns the corner, he crashes into something, or rather, someone. someone much taller than him, forcing his gaze so far, up his head has to tilt back slightly to meet the gaze of the person.

eyes wide with something akin to fear and embarrassment, guanghong immediately attempts to stutter out an apology, “ i’m so sorry– i wasn’t looking and i didn’t mean to– run into you! ”

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Anticipation and nervous energy charged the hallways the skaters were mingling in within the minutes before the competition’s start. One skater stretched in the corner, another jogged in place. All in all the atmosphere was energized with the pre-competition hype, and everyone was preparing to start; well, save a few, Michele being one of them.

Just then Michele was making his way down the hallway, coming back from a quick trip outside to catch a phone call from a relative. He'd been anxious to get back to the area where the skaters were located, eager to get back to where his sister, Sara, was situated. He didn't trust the others around her without his supervision. She needed him, so he had made sure to keep the call concise and hurry back as quickly as possible. She wouldn't have to worry. He could protect her just as soon as he got back.

Of course, beneath his concern for his sister's wellbeing laid the usual competition jitters. He wasn't immune to them though typically he was able to block them out by crushing them with some other kind of motivation instead, and that motivation was his sister more often than not. That was another part of the reason why he needed to get back, but just as he rounded the corner there was a sudden flash of brown hair and an impact to his chest.

Blinking in confusion he took a step back only to find a teenage boy staring up at him in horror. He looked like someone from the Junior level, so it could be assumed he was here to watch. What he was doing way over here right when it was about to begin was beyond him, but first things first. The boy looked like he needed some reassurance.

“No, it's fine. I wasn't looking either-- You're…” He shook his head and waved his hand, “No worries, but are you alright?”

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chivalrousindignation

He threw up his hands, stopping and crossing his arms over his chest once again, looking unamused, “Don’t bring her into this. I’ll decide on my own. If I–”

An idea– a horrible, insane, idea, but an idea– sprung into his mind. If Emil was so set on getting him to hang out with him maybe he could use it as leverage to get him away from Sara. Maybe if he promised to hang out with Emil he’d step away. It was crazy, but it might be the only thing that would work.

Expression grim he took a moment before he spoke again, “If I agree to come with you will you stop trying to harass my sister?”

Oh but he would bring her into this, especially if it meant a chance to have the other finally cave in to his requests. Plus, Emil had a feeling that deep down Michele knew needed to break from his sister, or at least maintain a healthy distance. He just refused to admit it in favour of making Sara the sole focus of his life…which was not really healthy.

However, he pushed these thoughts aside upon hearing Michele’s question. “…you mean you would hang out with me provided I leave Sara alone?” He asked, more or less for clarification since he couldn’t fully believe what he was hearing.

Was Michele agreeing to his pleas for once?

“If that is what your saying, then I will! You’re going to have so much fun Mickey!”

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Well, now he was committed, and it was strangely… relieving? But at the same time he was regretting his decision. He hadn't expected Emil to agree so readily, and now that he had he wondered if the deal he'd just made had been a bad one. Maybe Emil had found some loophole he hadn't?

No matter. He was a man of his word, and his terms were, at least so far, being met. He owed Emil the other side of the deal. Still maintaining his hopefully intimidating demeanor he waited another moment before posing the questions he'd needed to ask in order to gain the information necessary to carry out on his side of the deal. Best to make it as painless and simple as possible, no?

“Where did you want to go? It better not be anything ridiculous.”

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chivalrousindignation

At the mention of Sara he stalked forward, uncrossing his arms and shaking his finger at the Czech skater. He’d beat him at the qualifying event for the GPF though neither had advanced, so not even the first requirement for dating her had been fufilled. Emil needed to back off.

“What did I say about my sister? She’s off-limits! I will not have you anywhere near her–”

Upon seeing him stalk over, Emil raised his hands in both mock surrender and as a way to pacify him. An angry Michele was not something he, or anyone else wanted. 

“Relax; I’m not going to try anything with her! I just said that to try and get you to come out!” After all, if anyone can convince Michele, it would be Sara.

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He threw up his hands, stopping and crossing his arms over his chest once again, looking unamused, "Don't bring her into this. I'll decide on my own. If I--"

An idea-- a horrible, insane, idea, but an idea-- sprung into his mind. If Emil was so set on getting him to hang out with him maybe he could use it as leverage to get him away from Sara. Maybe if he promised to hang out with Emil he'd step away. It was crazy, but it might be the only thing that would work.

Expression grim he took a moment before he spoke again, "If I agree to come with you will you stop trying to harass my sister?"

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chivalrousindignation

It was a terrible idea to accept Emil’s offer. He wasn’t good with people, and– well, especially not bright, optimistic, people who weren’t Sara! He bit his lip, arms still crossed over his chest, “When will you stop asking? You know the answer is no.”

Emil always made him antsy for some reason. He couldn’t say it was a bad kind of feeling just… different, and Michele didn’t like different. Emil was a wild card he wasn’t willing to play.

“I’ll stop asking once you say yes!” He gave a small pout before that bright grin of his returned to his face. Even though he knew the other didn’t like to go out and have fun, Emil still wanted him to. He couldn’t spend his whole life with just his sister, and he needed to let loose every now and again.

And speaking of his sister…

“…I bet Sara would love to go out.” 

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At the mention of Sara he stalked forward, uncrossing his arms and shaking his finger at the Czech skater. He'd beat him at the qualifying event for the GPF though neither had advanced, so not even the first requirement for dating her had been fufilled. Emil needed to back off.

"What did I say about my sister? She's off-limits! I will not have you anywhere near her--"

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Michele immediately froze, slowly turning about to face Emil, looking like a fish out of water. If they were being completely honest he didn’t hate Emil. It was just overwhelming to be around someone so energetic and cheerful. He’d make a fool of himself if he agreed, so Michele promptly shifted his expression to a scowl, wiping away the surprise off his face, and folded his arms across his chest, “No.

Revert to intimidation when afraid, right?

Upon seeing his surprised expression, Emil flashed his friend a grin. He always made the most fun facial expressions, and this one was no exception!

It was also with no exception that Michele would, once again, shoot down his idea. But he was not going to give up!

“But it’ll be a lot of fun!” Emil was not put off by the other’s expression, having known him long enough for it to have no affect on him. 

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It was a terrible idea to accept Emil's offer. He wasn't good with people, and-- well, especially not bright, optimistic, people who weren't Sara! He bit his lip, arms still crossed over his chest, "When will you stop asking? You know the answer is no."

Emil always made him antsy for some reason. He couldn't say it was a bad kind of feeling just... different, and Michele didn't like different. Emil was a wild card he wasn't willing to play.