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★ Yuuri Katsuki ![/fancypost][/fancypost]

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The rest he gave his body made way for a new phenomenon - he could feel pain that wasn't his own better than he ever had been able to before. Without always feeling tired from practice, he took notice of the small twinges that occurred, even when he was laying completely still. It made him smile, only a little, even though he did feel bad that they had gotten hurt.

Officially out of the competition for the season, Yuuri decided that the best thing to do would be to go back home to Japan. He liked Detroit, but he missed the comforts of his family's onsen. He also foud himself missing the ice rink he'd grown up in. So, he packed up and left, flying across the ocean back to his home country. His failures were still weighing heavily on his mind, but he tried not to focus on them. Instead, he busied his mind with the small reminders that his soulmate was out there somewhere, and other times with skating routines. He wanted to be on the ice again, and have fun with the sport. Once he got to Japan, he'd have to visit Yuko.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 415px; color: black; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 95%; text-align: justify;]James found himself chuckling at the cop's - Cody's - joke, and he shook his head lightly in a humorous action. The only reason, huh? [b]"But where's the fun if it's not mutual?" he asked with a teasing glint in his eyes as he rolled his shoulders, glad to at least be free to walk away from the pole he'd been cuffed to. Unfortunately, his hands were still together, so he wasn't as free as he wished. He returned the wink, a small smile on his face. "Too bad. My hands are still cuffed," he said casually, although there really wasn't anything behind it. The man was nice to look at, so James wouldn't have any issues with feeling him up, but he had no doubts that he'd get shot if he got too close. After all, Cody was still a cop, and he was a captured criminal.

He listened to the man speak, but didn't reply. At the very least, he took some comfort in the fact that he'd been found and captured by someone who somewhat understood him. Cody seemed to be walking a very thin line between listening to what the law told him, and trying to uphold his own values. When he eventually teetered over, what side would he end up landing on? James had very obviously fallen on the bad side, but he was also apparently weak to the rushes of his own emotions. Maybe this cop was stronger than that. Or maybe not. He busied his mind with those thoughts as he walked, keeping his pace even so it didn't look like he was trying to run or something. He really didn't want to get shot in the leg.

James actually didn't notice the words that broke the silence between them at first, but when he eventually registered them, he looked over at the cop in surprise. He'd never actually... heard anyone ask about what the arena was like. Usually it was treated as some sort of taboo topic, especially in prison. They were all going to end up there anyway, so there'd been no point in asking. He thought quietly for a moment, a light frown overtaking his previously blank features. "You don't," was his eventual, blunt response. "Do I look like I'm recovered or something?" he asked with a chuckle, although it was bland and only ended up sounding sad.

He was quiet for a second or two before beginning again. "The arena's... a blur, really. It's something that I try not to think about." His eye's had a faraway look in them as he spoke, staring straight ahead. James hadn't ever talked about his time there before. It felt odd to be spilling everything to a cop of all people, but what did it matter, anyway? "It was the scariest thing I've ever experienced. I went through it wishing that someone would kill me just so that I wouldn't have to be there anymore. But at the same time, there was so much adrenaline and fear that if someone attacked me... I just acted without thinking. Mostly I just tried to hide..." he cut himself off with a shaky breath, clearing his throat. Weak. He'd show weakness, dammit. "Anyway..." he grumbled, stumbling after something to change the topic.

OOC:
Nah, don't worry about it, it's just fine c:
My muse gets low too, so I get it lol
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: black; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 22px; line-height: 95%; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 4px; text-transform: uppercase;]James Lilldon[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: white; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 10px; line-height: 95%; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 4px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -6px;]( Human ♦ 24 ♦ Hunter )[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 415px; color: black; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 95%; text-align: justify;][b]"Alright," James said in easy agreement, accompanied by a nod. "I won't teach you how to use a gun. There's lot of other ways to fight anyway," Honestly, the hunter wasn't too fond of guns either. They were too loud, and most creatures he ever ended up fighting were too fast for him to aim at properly anyway. Cyrus wouldn't be helpless if he didn't know how to use one. In fact, he might end up faring better. Foxes were definitely close combat fighters, armed with their teeth and claws. A knife or something similar would most similarly resemble what the shifter was probably used to. And, those were the weapons that James was best able to use. He'd be able to teach how to wield them faster than something he was less comfortable with.

He watched with interest, his hand frozen for a few moments in what was now midair. There used to be a fox there, but now he was in human form, standing on the floor. Cyrus' excitement seemed to be infectious, and James found himself grinning as he stretched his arms over his head, managing to not wince at the soreness in his torso. "Well, I'm not sure," he mused, thinking about places to eat as he rose from the bed. Did he have a favorite place? He thought about it as he wandered into the bathroom, having stored a first aid kit there as well. He'd need to change his bandages before they went anywhere. "There's this classic type diner not too far from here. They make good food..." he called back into the bedroom. There was a good variety, and it was decently cheap. If there was anywhere that James frequented to eat, that would be it. Then, he chuckled. "You can borrow some shoes of mine."

He then turned his attention to what he was doing, and hummed a meaningless tune - so quiet it was almost inaudible - as he unwrapped the old bandages from around his chest and inspected the wounds. He was pleased with their progress, and could tell that they were already beginning to heal nicely. He recovered them methodically and then stepped out of the bathroom again, walking over to his closet in search of newer clothes. He turned to Cyrus, looking him over for a moment. "There are some shoes on the bottom of the closet if you want to take a pair," he hummed before retreating back to the bathroom. Hey, he was pretty comfortable in his body, but he still didn't exactly feel like changing in front of another person. And besides, it only took him a minute or so, and then he reappeared in a fresh black t-shirt and jeans with brushed hair and teeth.

It still felt a bit weird having another person in his house, and the feeling intensified as he completed his daily routine. He left the room and when he came back, he had momentarily forgotten that Cyrus was even there. Of course, he didn't let it show on his face. It was only the habit of being alone, anyways. At the very least, he felt better about appearing in front of another person when he was cleaned up a bit. "Whenever you're ready," he said with a small grin directed the shifter's way. He was beginning to feel hungry.

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Oh haha I know exactly what you mean.
There was thanksgiving, and then my sister's birthday was the day afterwards...
Plus now I'm back in class and have so many assignments... lmao
*Is currently procrastinating on those by writing this reply*

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★ Yuuri Katsuki ![/fancypost][/fancypost]

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He skated again with only his friend around to watch. It was calming being able to move across the ice without the stress of competition - the entire world watching his every move. With that gone, his anxiety and fears were blown away with it. She seemed pleased with his performance as he came to a stop, and he couldn't help but to grin. She pushed him out of the building soon after though, telling him to go home and see his parents. He agreed with her easily, and began the journey there. The path was ingrained into his memory from simple repetition, and he arrived rather quickly. [/fancypost]

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★ Yuuri Katsuki ![/fancypost][/fancypost]

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Yuuri's mind was reeling, and his eyes widened in shock. No. It had to be just a coincidence. After discovering that the man had rented a room and was now in the back, he practically ran there. He couldn't believe that Victor Nikiforov would be in Japan, but he needed to find out for himself. He pulled open the door, and stood there in shock.

He didn't believe it.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=LightSteelBlue; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px; height: 150px; opacity: 0.70; margin-left: -5px; color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt; overflow: auto; box-shadow: 0px 0px 4px 6px LightSteelBlue;][justify]Yuuri was beyond shocked at this point, as he stood in the doorway with his mouth agape and his eyes wide. He was dreaming, right? Victor Nikiforov couldn't be standing in front of him in the middle of his family's onsen. It was credit to his surprise that he stood there completely still, not moving or reacting except for blinking in shock.

Why? Why did Victor come all the way to Japan, declaring that he was going to enter the next season, not as a competitor, but a coach. His coach. Why would he want to coach Yuuri? He'd performed horribly at the Grand Prix, so what would the man see in him that would be worthy of coaching? Unable to form much of a proper response, he worked his mouth, attempting to force out words of some sort. Eventually, he settled upon a confused cry of "What?" He still didn't exactly believe that this was truly happening. It seemed too impossible that the man he'd idolized would be standing before him in the bath. The bath. In his shock, he'd completely forgotten where they were standing. Now the situation was just going to be even more difficult to handle, and he gulped nervously. [/fancypost]

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