Sunday Six: writing Yuri-JJ antagonism is my new favorite thing
Yuri stares down into the car at JJ, fists clenched. A stream of Russian invective pours out of his mouth. Isabella raises her eyebrows—her Russian is passable, but not good enough to keep up with Yuri Plisetsky on an angry tear—but no way is Otabek going to translate any of that for her right now, right in front of Yuri.
When JJ's only response to Yuri's swearing is to smile faux-apologetically and gesture at his boot, Yuri makes a sound like a tea kettle starting to boil and stomps around to the other side of the car.
Otabek looks at JJ in the rearview. "Please don't wind him up too much."
JJ spreads his hands. "I can only be myself, Beka."
Otabek's eyes close briefly. "That's what I'm afraid of."
