thenearshore | The best things in life are furry

Who: Yurick and Yuri Plisetsky
When: July 4th (IC)
Where: Outside Bastet's temple
What: Looking for a kitty to adopt!

Yurick adores Satan, he really does. The Pomeranian is affectionate with him, sleeping at the foot of his bed every night and playing with Sora's dream eater when the shinki needs some quiet alone time. But there's something about a dog that doesn't completely mesh with his sensibilities, and besides Yurick is constantly reminded of Kuroko (and by extension Arikado-sama) every time he looks at the fluffy creature.

That's not helping his lingering negativity, which only seems to be growing rather than healing. He'd brought himself to the fringes of the sleepover and other meet-ups between Sora and Roxas, but at the last moment he'd vanish without ever meeting his god's blond paramour. Seeing them together brings up unpleasant feelings he doesn't recognize, yet they still somehow seem uncomfortably familiar like a foul sort of deja vu. Worse is the tightness in his chest when he's with Sora and Roxas isn't around, accompanied by the kind of guilt that's sure to sting Sora just enough to hurt without severe risk. Doesn't that just make him the best shinki?

And then he's Sora's only shinki. The guilt finds a partner in anxiety and together they strangle his heart. His presence makes people disappear, he's now positive of it.

He wanders aimlessly on his walk with Satan, letting the dog lead him wherever the tiny beast pleases. Only when the Pomeranian yaps at a couple of cats does Yurick startle out of his reverie, staring at the silent, sleek creatures that seem to be everywhere around the temple. He's like a cat, isn't he? They'd understand each other. He'd never get rid of Satan, but perhaps if he surrounds himself with cats as well-- with living beings that will love him unconditionally-- he'll feel less alone and maybe stop tormenting himself in his head.

"Will you forgive me if I adopt a cat, Satan?" He crouches down to pet the dog, who pants at him and licks his fingers as if in acceptance. "Or three?"

Time to see if Satan can get along with cats, and if the master of the temple will allow him to adopt one of the many strays here.

Not the tiger, though. Definitely not one of those.

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"You named a Pomeranian Satan?"

It's not a value judgment. Yet. Just an observation.

Yuri is sitting up on one of the temple's many outcroppings, usually taken up by snoozing big cats, and checking his phone. Sure, it's much nicer inside the temple, but if he's up here, no one can get at him, which means he's more likely to be guaranteed peace and quiet.

Now he notices the small, lithe blond. The boy's accent is unfamiliar to him, though Yuri might recognize Yurick's own accent as similar to British.

"I didn't, actually. His previous owner did. I still have no idea why people give me strange looks when I call for him." He scratches the top of Satan's head gently, the dog's plumed tail flopping back and forth in a happy wag.

Yuri gives him an incredulous look and tucks his phone away.

"You don't know who Satan is?"

Shouldn't someone around here be Satan, for that matter? Or is Hell a different place? This certainly isn't how he imagined Heaven to be, so it's kind of hard to tell how things are run.

"No, I really don't...."

Yurick glances at the temple, all the cats, the blond's clothes. It's too much of a coincidence to be a coincidence, frankly. His mouth suddenly feels dry.

"Um... is this your temple? Your cats?"

"That's right." He puffs up a bit at that, leaning back and smirking. It's more than a little tryhard, the way he's showing off, but that doesn't seem to register with him. "It looks like it was made for me, right?"

Considering the whole place is a towering eyesore, it makes one question his taste.

So this boy really is a god. Despite the blond's waif-thin build, Yurick is still somewhat intimidated, as he is around all gods. After all, he's only a shinki.

Still, this god of cats is a teenager with rather... unusual taste, so maybe he's less intimidating than most.

"It... certainly does." It's hard to tell what's temple and what's actual cat around here. "I'm something of a cat person myself. I've been wanting to adopt one, though I'll have to make sure they get along with the dog."

"Yeah?"

Yuri hops off the ledge and down to the ground, a distance that he never could have managed as a mortal, and lands quite neatly on his feet. He fakes nonchalance as he straightens his jacket and brushes himself off, but the smug self-satisfaction practically radiates off him.

"Well, I got a lot, you know. Not that you can handle the tigers or the leopards."

"Ah, yes, I think I'd be much better off with a domestic housecat. Do you know of one that doesn't mind dogs and is affectionate?"

Yurick really wants a cat that will snuggle with him at night, or sleep in his lap while he reads. He knows they can be aloof and independent, but not all cats are like that.

Of course, if he's going to adopt a cat from this young god, he should be polite first. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude... may I ask your name?"

"Yuri Plisetsky."

He's probably supposed to introduce himself with his proper title, but he's not used to it, so he tends to forget unless it's some sort of fancy god function where he's a bit self-conscious about the whole thing. He also tends not to bother with being polite in any way if no one's around to get on his case about it.

"And I'm not running some sort of pet store, you know." Though he doesn't sound quite as irritable about it as he could. "I don't even know how many cats are in there and it's not like there are dogs around. You can go look as long as you don't mess with my stuff."

He pushes open one of the temple doors, giving a glimpse into the riot of leopard print that is the inside of the temple.

Yurick blanches for a moment, though it's difficult to tell with how pale he already is. "I understand that, I promise. It's just that I can't exactly walk into a pet store in the Near Shore...." Stars, this god is prickly. He's having to think carefully about everything he says. He can only hope Yuri is nicer to his shinki than he is to strangers.

Wait. Yuri?

"I'm Yurick. Funny, I met someone named Yuuri at the beach party a while back. We were laughing about how similar our names are, but yours are even closer."

"It's not funny."

It's serious as the fucking grave, as far as Yuri is concerned. He's warmed up to Katsudon, maybe even sort of kind of somewhat likes him, but that doesn't mean he has to like the whole name thing. Katsudon is Katsudon. Only Yuri gets to be Yuri.

Well, Yurick just stepped on a landmine, apparently. Whatever lighthearted mood he was trying to conjure dies instantly, his head actually bowing as he tries not to fully cower. Boy or not, Yuri is a god, and the last thing Yurick wants is to suffer the force of a god's wrath for even a minor insult, however unintentional.

"I... I'm sorry, I didn't mean any disrespect...."

Satan takes one look at his anxious master, then turns to Yuri and starts yapping at him with all the volume his little body can muster. Yes, the dog is scolding a god to be nice to his master.

Yuri gives Yurick one last glare, then crouches down and holds his hand out to Satan, his demeanor changing almost entirely.

"You barking at me, little guy? Huh?" He may be a cat person, but that doesn't mean he doesn't like dogs. He may not be the biggest fan of Viktor's big dumb dog back home, but a little guy like this seems more his speed.

"Should I bark back at you? Huh?"

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