"Keep the jeans on, and - Hmm, this one I think," he decides, pulling out a cream button-up shirt. Now that decisions have been made, he doesn't linger. All efficiency as he slips the tags free, buttons into holes. It's not just the eagerness to get home. There's going to be a jaw drop from the sales staff, and Viktor does so love a show.
Especially if it's showing off Yuuri.
Finally comes the the scarf. The first trophy, wound carefully around Yuuri's throat. Then Viktor sweeps everything back together. Rejects piled neat in a corner, the larger stack of winners ready to be presented to the register. (The sales staff are in charge of both.) He tucks Yuuri's old clothes carefully under an arm.
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"Keep the jeans on, and - Hmm, this one I think," he decides, pulling out a cream button-up shirt. Now that decisions have been made, he doesn't linger. All efficiency as he slips the tags free, buttons into holes. It's not just the eagerness to get home. There's going to be a jaw drop from the sales staff, and Viktor does so love a show.
Especially if it's showing off Yuuri.
Finally comes the the scarf. The first trophy, wound carefully around Yuuri's throat. Then Viktor sweeps everything back together. Rejects piled neat in a corner, the larger stack of winners ready to be presented to the register. (The sales staff are in charge of both.) He tucks Yuuri's old clothes carefully under an arm.
The suit, though? Viktor offers that to Yuuri.
"Ready?"