[ Yuri snorts at the name, because somehow it is its own special kind of irony; that he can't escape some form of Yakov no matter where he goes. This James is particularly overbearing, and irritating. ]
Yuri. Yuri Plisetsky; the Ice Tiger of Russia. [ Because it sounds way more impressive than 'the Russian Faerie' and not as childish as 'the Russian Punk'. In truth, he doesn't even know why he says it. It's not like this guy had done anything but forward a name, hadn't needed anything else. Deep down, maybe Yuri just wanted to impress him, a little. ]
I don't need you to watch my back. What are you, like sixty? We'll see if your creaking bones can even keep up.
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Yuri. Yuri Plisetsky; the Ice Tiger of Russia. [ Because it sounds way more impressive than 'the Russian Faerie' and not as childish as 'the Russian Punk'. In truth, he doesn't even know why he says it. It's not like this guy had done anything but forward a name, hadn't needed anything else.
Deep down, maybe Yuri just wanted to impress him, a little.]I don't need you to watch my back. What are you, like sixty? We'll see if your creaking bones can even keep up.