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 Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2017 8:53 am
Kavinsky didn't need a degree to be smart enough to figure out that everything he was saying to Yuuri was falling on mostly deaf ears. Every reaction the boy had was a sign of his upbringing and that whatever he was saying wasn't going to make a difference.
There was an irritable huff while the teen tried to reign in his desire to shake the brunette until he understood.
"You don't get it." A statement that he thought was plain and simple. Yuuri appeared to suffer the same aliments as his best friend but lacked the understanding that the circumstances he found himself were a result of his own meekness.
Kavinsky couldn't teach someone how to stop giving a s**t about what the world wanted. If circumstance and experience weren't providing it for him and he didn't want to change, then that was it. Yuuri would live like a skittish animal for eternity.
"Heh," his laugh was more of a sneer when he shook his head. "If that's how you want to live life, constantly acting like you're nothing but a bother, that's what people will see you as." It was gruff as everything about him was but he was stepping back, hands in his pockets waiting and watching.
If Yuuri found it best to leave, Kavinsky had no intention of stopping him.
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Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2017 9:49 am
The sneer made him flinch, but the rest of what Kavinsky said made Yuuri raise his eyes, watching the other teen with hesitant curiosity. After everything that happened, the Russian man was offering him advice that, no matter how Yuuri wanted to accept, was easier said than put into practice.
“Have I not been to you?” he couldn’t stop himself from asking, although he was fairly certain he knew the answer. “All the times I disrupted what you were doing, and then the coffee today… I wasn’t just a bother to you? Was there really anything beneficial to you for taking the time out of your day to… remove me from a situation where I would cause trouble to others as well if you hadn’t?”
It was difficult for Yuuri to see himself as anything but a bother when he was the literal definition of being a bother. Kavinsky had chased after him and cornered him before because of how much Yuuri kept crossing his path that one horrible day, to the point where he was practically accused of sabotaging the other man.
Maybe Yuuri really didn’t get it. Maybe there was more to this than he saw, but it seemed like a contradiction to him. Kavinsky had been irritated with him, but he was also trying to motivate him to think better of himself? Perhaps there was just something lost in translation that Yuuri couldn’t quite pick up on.
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Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2017 2:27 pm
He expected Yuuri to skitter away like a frightened animal desperate to get away from a source of ailment, when he did not silver eyes narrowed.
His jaw ticked, hands forming fists in the pockets of his jeans as the boy prattled on. "None of those things would have happened if you weren't always skittering around like an easily frightened animal." He would not have run into Kavinsky if he had been paying attention to his surroundings instead of being so worried about knocking into someone. The way he carried himself was a beacon for problems.
"I removed you because you would not remove yourself because you thought you would be viewed as more troublesome for excusing yourself than if you stayed." It had been minutes ago, but the Russian could still picture the display he had destroyed because he was letting nerves, and Kavinsky's proximity, get the better of him.
"If you go about life constantly worried about who you will trouble, you will go nowhere."
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2017 6:11 pm
Kavinsky was incredibly intimidating, even as he moved Yuuri away from the crowded coffee shop. But there was no reason for Kavinsky to even bother. He could have demanded payment for his ruined clothing and then be on his way, letting Yuuri to succumb to his anxiety.
The other man had some decent advice that might have been useful to those other than Yuuri. Worrying about who he would trouble wasn’t exactly the cause of his anxiety, but it seemed as though the other man was trying to help him.
Yuuri stared at him for a long while, not saying anything, his hand still holding tight to the fabric of his sweater over his heart to try and calm it. He didn’t know if he would take Kavinsky’s advice to heart, but he appreciated the effort given. He appreciated that the man only reacted the way he did to get Yuuri out of the situation he was in. It wasn’t as though he purposefully behaved like a frightened animal, but he could see the similarities.
After a few moments, Yuuri lowered his hand from his chest and took a deep breath. “Спасибо,” he said again, lowering his head into a polite bow. It probably seemed ridiculous to cross languages and customs like he was, but he wanted Kavinsky to understand that he was sincere. “Я сделаю все возможное,” he said quietly and carefully so as not to butcher the words with unnecessary accent. He didn’t often like to let on that he knew languages other than English, but it seemed important in this situation.
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2017 2:13 pm
It didn't take a genius to recognize that if Yuuri did not want to change no amount of advice would make a difference. Kavinsky figured this when the boy just started at him, clutching tightly to the clothing that sat over his chest. There was no singular cure for anxiety, but he recognized the signs after spending nearly a decade in the company of his best friend.
He knew that he was often the cause and he did nothing to soften himself. The world got him as he was and Pietro Vladmir Ilya Ivan Kavinsky would change for no one.
With a ticking jaw, the Russian grunted at the thanks. He supposed that the use of Russian was meant to be flattering, an apology and attempt to 'right' things in Yuuri's own way, but he viewed it as the brunette being too try-hard. One hand waved at him while his head shook, tongue wetting chapped lips before his shoulders shrugged.
"Don't do it for me, do it for yourself." K didn't care if Yuuri meant it that way or not, he said it all the same.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2017 8:51 pm
Whatever Kavinsky thought of him didn’t matter, because Yuuri was sure that it was something negative. It didn’t bother him any more. In fact, it was only when people thought positively of him did he get confused and upset, not knowing what their intentions were with him. But he could see the hard look in the man’s expression and knew there was nothing he could do to convince him that he did want to change. But just saying things and it happening were completely different.
He was grateful for the other man helping him out of an awkward situation in the cafe though. His heart was finally starting to settle, and while Kavinsky had nothing to gain from helping him, he still did.
Once more, he lowered his head in thanks and took a step back to leave before the Russian man thought better of it.
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