emberossing | for wauuu

"No napping!" Victor scolds, if playfully, shaking Makkachin's food bag from the kitchen so the dog scrambles off Yuuri to wait for his meal. He's getting a bowls worth and Victor is crossing back to Yuuri, patting his head to be just a bit annoying.

"If you sleep then you'll be awake when I'm too tired," he'll reach for Yuuri's hands, pulling him up to stand. "Lets walk to a place, nothing far. We'll eat and then sleep together, after."

Yuuri tumbles into him when Victor pulls him up and there's a sweet moment where he clings a little bit, trying to keep his feet.

"I... don't know if I want to go out, looking like this," Victor has better fashion sense and nicer clothes than Yuuri will probably ever have, but they're also too big for him and he does look a little ridiculous. "But I think I can stay awake for long enough for the food to get here if you help me," he just means to talk or whatever, but combined with the earlier conversation, it sounds a lot more like an invitation.

Victor is there to support Yuuri, swaying cutely as he embraces the man upright. He things Yuuri looks absolutely precious in his clothes, but understands it might not be the most comfortable to go out in them. The restaurants did range from high end to medium, more family oriented joints, the two wouldn't look strange at the latter. Still, ordering in is the most tempting, especially with Yuuri looking so soft and ready to doze off at any moment. Comfort wins out, Victor pressing his forehead to the other man's.

"I'll order some seafood and pasta, then we can talk more," he'll say casually, "I want to know more about you, after all."

"Okay," it's amazing he somehow finds a flush for that after everything they've done, but it doesn't seem like blushing every time Victor expresses any kind of an interest in him is going to wear off any time soon. Still, he's definitely calmer now, not so jumpy about it, and it's pretty amazing that Victor's gotten him so relaxed so quickly, even considering the circumstances-- maybe especially considering them.

"I don't know if there's much interesting about me, though..." he won't step back from Victor's arms until Victor lets him go, which will make him easy to drag over to a phone if Victor doesn't want to let go, but if Victor does step back, Yuuri will sit at the kitchen table or bar, where there's less chance of falling asleep.

"I think you're very interesting, Yuuri," he will be walking Yuuri over toward the kitchen, practically waltzing the man that way from how close he kept him all the while. Plucking his phone off the counter, he'll dial the place he liked best for take out and call in some assorted seafood and pastas for the two of them. After he hangs up, he still has Yuuri snugly in his arms, smiling at him.

"you're free to ask about me, too. I want nothing to feel one sided!" Also, Victor is an open book and loves spilling his guts, even when (maybe especially when) the story was embarrassing. He didn't really do that in interviews, he kept to his image of an artist and a skilled athlete and a bit of a softhearted playboy.

There's no way he's going anywhere other than Victor's arms if he can help it. He's back to kind of being a soft kind of awed, but it's so much more relaxed now. His body moves with Victor's, all dancer's grace even with as tired as he is. He's never danced much partnered, nor has he done a whole lot of pairs skating, but he's probably watched Victor move more than any other person, figuring out how to move with him is easy, now that he doesn't feel like he's about to shake out of his skin from nerves.

"I'm not always good at thinking up questions, but I..." he flushes, looks down, "I want to know more about you, too," he looks back up, a little grin on his face, "You sound so pretty when you talk in Russian," since of course he'd ordered the food that way a second ago, "But you almost never do in interviews, even the ones in Russia." It's not a question, exactly, but it does serve to move them more towards conversation.

"Ah, that's an old bit of advice I got from Yakov," Victor chuckles at the line thought, not having considered it in a while, "When he was a skater in the sixties, he was pressured to only speak Russian as a matter of national pride. It cost him a lot of international fans. More people speak English, so I try to speak that for interviews!" A gentle chuckle.

"And I've heard the accent is sexiest in English!" Not from Yakov, of course, he doesn't give a damn what people think is sexy.

"I'd never really thought about what language I would do an interview in. But then, I haven't really had a lot of people interested in doing interviews with me either," it's said lightly, for once, like maybe he's really saying not yet instead of saying never, which is a pretty big switch from how he started this morning. But then, Victor really has turned his world completely upside down.

He flushes, ducks his head, but there's both a laugh and a sense that he's genuine when he says,

"It is pretty sexy..."

"You like it? Good, good, I've heard it called intimidating, before! I got out of a bar fight once by glaring at a man and asking," now his accent is real thick and the words a bit slower with play-menace, "What is problem?"

"He backed right down!"

"I don't know... I think maybe that's just... a different kind of sexy," he admits, albeit with some difficulty, flushing deeper.

"You don't seem like the kind of person to get in a bar fight," or really to be in a bar where bar fights happen, is more what he means, but that seems a little weird to say.

"I'm not! Never been in a brawl in my life, unless you count watching catfights in the locker rooms. Why I wanted to nip it in the bud by being intimidating," he laughs, all cheer. He's about the least violent guy around, but he wasn't a push over and he wasn't scared of some drunk meathead in a New York bar.

Yuuri laughs to that, shaking his head,

"What kind of trouble did you even get in to start with?" and then he blinks and seems to realize, "Or... ah, I guess you were going to ask me things, weren't you." He can't help but grin a little sheepishly, since he'd been the one to say he didn't know if he could think of questions.

"Ooh, some woman really wanted my picture with her, so I took it, I don't mind that," he starts, not worried about the conversation drifting toward him so long as it didn't become ALL about him. "But she kept coming back over and over and she got really mad that we wouldn't keep entertaining her. Chris said something snide and her boyfriend walked over to have a word. My accent and the fact Chris was so much taller than him made him rethink having a problem," he says that last part in that playfully thick accent.

Yuuri laughs shaking his head,

"Sounds like a crazy night. Though I'm a little surprised he didn't come over to thank you for sending her back. Most guys would be jealous, I think. I've seen a few bar fights," more than a few, it's Detroit after all, "but never been in one. Thankfully. I don't know what I'd do."

"Who would even want to fight you? You're too cute and polite for anything like that!" more sickly sweet eskimo kisses, knocking Yuuri's glasses slightly askew on mistake. He'll take an arm away from holding Yuuri just long enough to fix them on the man's nose.

"What's a wild night you had in Detroit? You must have stories," nobody who gets drunk like that is without a few stories!

"Lots of people want to fight for lots of reasons. It doesn't always have to make sense," it's maybe a serious kind of thing to say, but he's laughing a little from the nose kisses and leaning happily into Victor.

"A wild night in Detroit?" Yuuri tilts his head, trying to think, "I don't remember any really, but then..." he trails off, shrugs helplessly because he didn't remember last night, either. "I... don't drink a lot because I usually get a little crazy when I drink and it causes problems. Usually," he adds, since he wouldn't call where he is right now a problem at all, leaving aside why he's here.

"It's mostly Phichit who would drag me out," he may not need to explain who Phichit is, since Victor seems like he's on social media a lot and Phichit's kind of got a following. "He's... probably my best friend in Detroit, but... I sometimes think he thinks I'm boring but is too nice to admit it. I wouldn't go out much on my own. I get too nervous."

"Is Phichit the Thai skater? Chris and I follow his Instagram! Funny, I wonder if I've seen you in pictures before?" Victor chuckles, unable to recall off the top of his head, but assuming if they're close friends that might be the case.

"That's Phichit," he says with a sigh and a laugh. He shakes his head to the rest, "Maybe in some group pictures? He... took some pictures of me once that got a lot of attention and I asked him to stop posting pictures of me. It was really embarrassing," he tips his face forward, feeling his cheeks heat.

"Were the pictures themselves embarrassing or just the attention?" Subtext I definitely want to see them.

"Both? I guess..." he kind of hides himself against Victor, cheeks hot. "I mean, they really weren't anything bad. We were just kidding around at a pool our first summer there together..." well, that at least sort of explains what kind of pictures they were, even though there aren't any real details, "And I thought it would be funny to post them, too! But then it kind of... blew up and everyone back at school kept making comments when they got back from summer break."

"Well, now I must see them," Victor teases, "if you're worried about the photos from the banquet getting around, the gala organizers already put their foot down. Anybody found posting photos of private events will face a season long tournament ban... Wait, actually, you didn't even see them, yet!"

"They're... um... they're probably still up if you scroll back far enough. Phichit said that taking them down might draw even more attention to them. I just said I didn't want to have any new ones." There are actually a number of pictures of him in Phichit's pictures, though all of the rest of them past those are always in groups and he's always off to the side. Posed like that, he's intensely forgettable, there's no way Victor would have really seen him in any of those.

"I... wasn't worried about that until you just mentioned it, no," his tone says he's a little worried about it now, despite the reassurances, "I'm still not sure I really want to see them," he's definitely outright hiding in Victor's shirt now, "But I also do want to know..."

"You're at least not the only one being outrageous! And you were so outrageous it utterly charmed me, so maybe I'm the one who should be most embarrassed," Victor laughs, which is honestly how he reacts to embarrassment. That should be clear to Yuuri after the slip up and Victor laughing at himself near immediately, through his humiliation.

"Chris did get more naked than you, though... not by much."

"I... don't think it works like that?" he says, of Victor's embarrassment re: his own antics. But maybe it works that way if you're Victor Nikiforov. Nothing normal seemed to apply to him. "Maybe after dinner we can look through them. I'm worried if we curled back up on the sofa, I'd fall asleep."

He's putting it off, and not very expertly at that, but it's also not a lie that he thinks he'd drift off if he sat down. Besides, he really doesn't want to move from right here, drinking in Victor's affection.

"I'll have to keep you awake, then, until the food arrives,"

The phone will be put down then, Victor's arms back around Yuuri. He sways gently with the man, kissing the top of his hair with a tightening of his arms. A moment of holding Yuuri close before loosing up. This intimacy is really pleasant, even more so after their mutual admission that, maybe, they're both enjoying the romance of this. It did feel like it could run away from them, but maybe Victor might like a whirlwind love affair. He's sliding a hand to Yuuri's waist and the other taking his hand, a close waltz position.

"We need to share another dance," he'll declare, a firm smile on his face, "one you'll remember!"

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject