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Happy birthday. Are you going to blow out your candles or not?
Of COURSE I am, Beka! You better be sharing some of this with me!
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Let it be known, that Tooru Oikawa was not a creep. No, he was simply a very observant fellow who happened to be home at the same time as the new tenant moved in. It would have been creepy to rush out of his apartment in nothing but boxers and a t-shirt, offering to help him move in all because he had a certain bad boy look that Tooru found interesting. Instead, he waited a respectable couple of days before finding his way to one of the newly occupied apartments - fully dressed, mind you.
Knocking thrice upon the door, Tooru waited patiently to welcome the new resident in the apartment. He’d even gone as far as to bake some fresh milk bread (his prized possession), now carried on a plate he held in his other hand. Humming playfully, the volleyball player waited and listened to the sounds inside the apartment, hoping he hadn’t picked too bad a time to interrupted his new neighbour.
“Yahoo~! Is anyone home? I’m one of your new neighbours~! I come bearing gifts!!” Tooru called, feeling a little impatient as he stood outside the apartment. A small pout made it’s way into his expression, turning it sour for the moment.
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Yuri probably should've hated clubs. They were loud, stuffy, and had far too many people. However, there was something which drew Yuri to the idea of clubbing. Maybe it was because of the dancing, a different way of moving ones body. He definitely enjoyed dance, and he was very good at it, however, he preferred ice skating. There was also a certain crowd which went along with people who went to clubs, and Yuri was definitely a fan of that...punk style (though he often times didn't quite pull it off properly himself.) So, when a few of the other guys from school had insisted though on going to Club Rapture on Friday night, Yuri found himself unable to refuse. The idea of going dancing actually did sound...kind of fun to him, even if he wasn't going to admit thought out loud to them. He'd grabbed his black jeans, and amazing black and leopard print jacket and made his way to meet them at the club. He'd only been there one other time, and Yuri was surprisingly excited to hear there again tonight. Though currently he was annoyed he couldn't find the people he was supposed to meet. The music was loud, pumping against his rib cage as his heart beat seemed to beat in time with the song. It was a catchy beat, and while he leaned against the bar, he tapped his foot, wanting to move more to the song. Since no one was here yet, he supposed it wouldn't be all that terrible if he decided to take to the dance floor for a little bit by himself, as long as he didn't do anything stupid. He didn't wanna look like an idiot. Making his way away from the bar, he kept his hands tucked into his pockets, moving to the rhythm. It was then he noticed the DJ. From up on the stage, he looked kind of tall, and holy shit, Yuri couldn't stop thinking about how damn attractive and cool he was. He stood in front of the equipment as though he didn't have a care in the world. Obviously, DJing came easy to him, as he moved his head ever so slightly in time with the music. He moved so little, and yet his dark eyes were fixated on the track in front of him. His dark, under cut brown hair moved with what little movement his body did, looking completely lost in the music he was creating for the dance floor.
Yuri stared. He couldn't help it. His mouth dropped open, and he watched as the DJ seemed to control everything from up on that stage. Damn he wanted to talk to him, but he had no idea how, and there was a small part of him that thought he could watch the other boy like this for as long as he was on stage.
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