a quick though hearty hello to the lovelies who have yet to leave! today, homegirl has turned twenty-two. ♥ a shame i hadn’t celebrated ic! again, please forgive me for the uber hiatus. reminder that you can still totally reach me over links on yuri’s page as well as my personal skype — and thank you, thank you, thank you all greatly for granting us such wonderful memories this year.
so please, rpers and personals alike, do stay safe and happy! we’ll meet again. ♥
Athena can't help but stifle her laughter after seeing that picture, "I-I'm sorry Yuri-chan, but, khghggkjk, you look so funny making that face~!"
“But I’m hot, aren’t I? Not just for that day, but even up to now! That takes skill!”
- Yuri Sakazaki, The King of Fighters 2001 [NeoGeo] (SNK/ Eolith)
A light chuckle passed his lips, hopefully enough of an indicator to assure the brunette that the action hadn’t even affected the male to any extent — hell, he’d been in situations much more awkward than this, and Frey had no doubts it’d been mutual on her part too. With pursed lips, lids descended and a light groan rumbled in the back of his throat.
"I love sweets. I mean — I think anyone’d fall in love with this sight, aha~” Chocolate was a big weakness. Especially following a self-proclaimed diet that restricted any sugar for one entire week. Four days in and it was hell — perhaps this’d be a way of treating himself for a job well done…? “Hey, if you like these, wanna get some together? Totally my treat, aha—my new job’s pay’s pretty nice, and if we split the serving in half, it’ll be more smart right?” Frey was pretty sure he sounded like a babbling idiot
because those excuses made no sense whatsoever.
Definitely enough of an indicator. Like a flash case of amnesia, all prior dismay was discarded in the advent of her signature smile. Gloved digits laced behind the brunette’s back. The toe of a sneaker withdrew, lightly tapping atop frying pan concrete.
"Seriously? Aww, I can’t…" But she totally could and Miss Kyokugen sure as hell knew it. Coincidentally, she’d begun a diet of her own,
gotta tone the booty and shit, though — that notion had long flown out the window. “… Okaaaay, okay, if you insist—! Si~gh, well, that’s that!” In other words, no take-backs. “I’m super glad we’ve finally decided. But I’m paying today, got it? In return, treat me next time!”
Yuri retained some decency in that skull of hers. A spring in her heel propelled her to the entrance, and at that moment, no other soul could’ve felt more welcomed by the chime of a bell. Like — old times, she supposed. “The set~ Let’s get the set!”
"— 'Theenie~! How’ve you been? I gotta count on you for scoops these days, ‘kay?”
"Say, sweetheart. How about I take you out for dinner sometime soon, huh? We haven't hung out in a while and we could use some time together! Awayfromthoseotherguyscough."
"Are you sure you don’t want me to cook for —" Nope nope nope nope nope nope nope all aboard the train to fuckthatville.
"Uh, actually, I really like the sound of that~ Casanova’s gonna be free?
If I smell like a drop of perfume on you totally say goodbye to this booty." Hairflip, ahem. "Then I’ll pick something super cute to wear!"
So that girl is the famous Yuri Sakazaki? She….wasn’t quite as Steve pictured her to be, from what the pugilist heard, he expected her to be a little….older, I mean, that was the master of the Kyokugenryu Karate? She barely looks to be in her early twenties.
Well, young or not, Steve tried to keep an open-mind about her, if there’s something he learned through his life is that the biggest opponent might be the one you least expect. The blonde male approaches the girl, then bows respectfully, is that how they greet right? Steve wasn’t exactly the most informed person when it comes to different cultures.
"So, you’re Yuri Sakazaki? I’ve heard a lot about you."
Indeed, her visage exemplified a classic case of Daddy’s girl: same eyes, same nose, same hair. An overall Japanese appearance. But it’d been her late mother’s blood to grace her veins, to unbind Yuri from most ethnic traditions. Greeting ‘etiquette’ included — but such cordiality from another was always appreciated. The baritone hadn’t hailed from too dangerous of a distance, and by a pivot of her heel, distinguishable charisma greeted chestnut hues.
"Tall, blonde, and handsome? I may be a celebrity and all, but it’s kinda unfair that you know more about me than I do you. Unless—"
And for the first time that evening, a ray of a smirk tempted glossed lips. Playing the fool was easy enough. Despite any front of hers, however, Yuri was the type to scrutinize Sunday papers like a student cramming through exam material. Surprisingly enough. Coupon savings aside, a girl had to stay informed.
"You’re that boxer, right? Misteeeer…— Fox? Let’s not sweat the formalities! I mean, you still haven’t answered my question.”
"Hey Mai can you believe this bitch took your place in KOF11?"
"I know! It’s totally bogus that I had to wait for the console version to be playable!"