for wauuu

[emberossing]

Yuuri cracks open his eyes, blearily, to an unfamiliar ceiling. His head feels like it's either on fire or full of bees or possibly both and his stomach does a slow, sickening roll as he opens his eyes, but it settles, at least for the time being. Not just his head but everything hurts enough that, at least at first, he more just moves on auto-pilot, looking around for his glasses and taking what is obviously a pair of Paracetamol on the bedside table. There's a little note with them but he doesn't parse either the message or recognize the handwriting, so he just drinks about half the glass of water and looks around.

Memories leak back in slowly-- Vicchan, the competition, calling his mom, going back to the room, Celestino insisting that he had to go to the banquet afterwards, possibly worried he was going to do something stupid if he didn't. But he remembered saying no and refusing to open the door. So... shouldn't he be in the hotel room?

This is not the hotel room.

In fact, he swears he's seen this room before, somewhere, actually, but he's too tired and bleary to figure out where. So he just walks over to the bathroom, which he, for some reason, is able to guess the location of, and splashes water on his face rubs at it until he somewhat resembles a human being, and then goes in search of more clues to where he is.

The bedroom door creaks open and there's another sense of deja-vu as he looks around the apartment it opens on, but the pieces refuse to slot into place.

"He-Hello?"

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[wauuu]

"Let me get to know you better, then we'll see. I'm going to call the embassy, after that, we'll talk about what's next," he'll click on his phone to get the American Embassy on the line, chatting with them. He reports the robbery of the passport and ID. They say they'll look into it and Yuuri needs to call back in... a few days. It'll take a while to process, nothing that's going to get done before his flight.

Whelp... that's sure some time.

[emberossing]

"Yeah... okay..." it's impossible to tell if that's to the first thing or the second. Maybe both? Yuuri's not even sure if he knows.

He ends up moving over more to where Victor's sitting, though, as the conversation on the phone progresses. He catches snippits of the other side, but mostly is piecing it together from Victor's reactions, so hopefully he doesn't look particularly aggrieved.

"I'm... not getting on my plane, am I?" he says, after Victor hangs up. He's just sort of accepted it, now.

[wauuu]

"A few days to look into your passport and ID," Victor will say, frankly. He'll put his phone down and drum his fingers over his own lips.

"Do you want to stay here with me, until this is sorted out? And yes, that's an open invitation." Yuuri isn't obligated to accept and doesn't need to ask if Victor is serious. It's an offer, plain and simple.

And yet so complicated, too.

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"I... Surely that's a pretty big imposition..." he says flushing. Normally he would probably scream no and scuttle away, but while Celestino might help him out, Yuuri himself barely has a penny to his name-- he lives off scholarships and meal plans at college and grants and the like for tournaments and it's not like he's got a win behind him to get the kind of media deals and sponsorships Victor probably gets.

Also he wants to stay here. It's just that he's also really embarrassed about wanting to stay here.

"If you don't mind, it would make things a lot easier," he bows, Japanese style, reflexively and without really realizing he's done it. "But I also can't ask you to do that. I can't even help you with groceries. It's a little embarrassing!"

[wauuu]

"It's not in your control and I'm in a position to offer support, it's only right of me" Victor speaks sincerely, not all that surprised by Yuuri's formality, "But more than it being right, I want to be gracious. If you insist, you can make it up to me in some other way!"

Victor.

"Do you know how to cook?"

[emberossing]

Yuuri definitely turns a very sudden shade of red at that, because yeah, his mind goes right there. He laughs at the follow up question, but it's maybe a little too quick.

"Ah, a little, mostly traditional Japanese things. My family runs a hot springs in my hometown, so they cook for our guests quite a bit and I've learned a few things. But other than that, I'm pretty hopeless. I can do dishes, though," he adds, a little too brightly, obviously joking kind of, "Anything like that. I'm pretty used to doing a lot of spring cleaning, too."

His tone is casual, but the redness isn't actually leaving his face.

(He's still thinking about it.)

[wauuu]

At the mention of the food, Victor's eyes light right up, sparkling as much as his voice.

"Traditional Japanese food, really!? I'd love to try some, even if it's just simple things!" ENTHUSIASM. Victor's always ready to go when it comes to trying new things!

"Oh, and you could keep an eye on Makkachin if I have to go out, maybe? He'll like the extra company."

[emberossing]

"It might be a little tricky without the right ingredients? Is there an Asian grocery store or anything here?" his face softens again at the mention of watching Makkachin, but luckily he doesn't get all watery again, "And I'd love to watch Makkachin for a while. Of course."

[wauuu]

"A little far downtown, but I know a place we could swing by an Asian market for ingredients," only Victor could sound so enthused about grocery shopping.

"This will be fun, I can show you around Sochi, like an extended vacation!"

[emberossing]

"Ah, just don't lose me? I don't speak very much Russian, so..."

It's starting, just a little, to finally sink in, the part of this that is happening that is HIM GETTING TO LIVE WITH VICTOR NIKIFOROV. It's in about eight foot tall letters in his brain. It might be on fire. It's been a little buried underneath everything else that's been happening-- shock and sadness and anxiety and police officers. But now it's starting to loom a bit again, with how frankly adorable this all is.

[wauuu]

"I won't let you out of my sight," what might distract Yuuri from those huge, fiery letters is Victor's easy flirtation.

[emberossing]

That... doesn't actually help, really, considering why those letters are there in the first place.

He flushes at that somehow more, overly pleased and embarrassed by how much.

But there's also more practical concerns to consider,

"But uh... maybe tomorrow? I'm still not feeling very well and I... also don't really have clothes?" he would not put it past Victor to really, honestly be thinking about running right out to the store right now with a disoriented, still a little hungover Yuuri wearing his pajamas.

[wauuu]

"Lets get those clothes of yours washed, you can borrow anything from my wardrobe you might need," you're already wearing his underwear, what's an offer like that matter now. "Drink some more water and go back to sleep, if you'd like. Treat it as some time off, you deserve some downtime after making it to the Grand Prix." Again, even if Yuuri faltered, it was an accomplishment just making it to the final six.

[emberossing]

There's a big difference between laying around Victor's apartment (omg laying around Victor's apartment) in his pajamas and trying to go outside in them. If nothing else, there's no way any of Victor's normal pants are going to fit right.

"What about you?" the question's out of his mouth before he thinks much about whether it's rude or not, "I'm just kind of... in your space for a while, I guess. What are you going to do?"

"Downtime" isn't something Yuuri is completely unfamiliar with, but he's not used to trying to take in it someone else's space. He knows he doesn't want to try to brave the outside world quite yet, still feels a little sickish, but he's not sure what it is that he does want to do.

[wauuu]

"Let's see... if you weren't here, what would I be doing?" He'll ponder a moment, fingers still drumming over his lips. "The gym for an hour, then some yoga in the steam room. Spending time with Makkachin, cuddling up to watch trashy TV, getting something delivered for dinner..." He'll stop his little list.

"Nothing we couldn't do together, actually!"

[emberossing]

Every single hint of a blush keeps showing on his face and this is no exception.

"That sounds great, actually, if you don't mind having a tag-along," although he realizes, "Uh... I've never really done yoga before, though, so maybe not that part." That's not entirely true, he's done some of it more as warm up stretches or for some ongoing physical therapy stuff, but he's never done it as yoga before.

[wauuu]

"Never? I'm surprised, you're so flexible!" He kind of saw you put your leg behind your head, on a stripper pole. "I'll teach you some stretches, it very simple. Getting really sunk into them is easier with the steam room."

Were you ready for naked, one-on-one stretch instructions with Victor Nikiforov because that's what you signed up for today, Yuuri.

Good luck.

[emberossing]

"Ballet, mostly," the flexibility thing flies right over his head. It's not that he doesn't have a sex drive or hasn't thought about sex before, but it's never really been a focus for him. Mostly he kind of ignores his body if he's not paying attention to it for skating reasons in some fashion.

It definitely hasn't come together in his head that they would be doing yoga naked.

"I know a few things that come from yoga, but I've never just done yoga on it's own. If it's not much different I should be okay, I guess..." he screws his courage up and manages a laugh that doesn't sound particularly forced, thankfully, "Uh... you're not allowed to laugh at me though. I might die."

[wauuu]

"I've been laughing at you all morning!" he state, chuckling along, "but that's a good thing. Only my favorite people make me laugh, so you should laugh right back at me." He is kind of ridiculous, it's not difficult to find him humorous.

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Yuuri's face when Victor says he's been laughing at him all morning is ridiculously hurt for just a second, before he looks down and kind of hides behind his bangs.

"I just... don't like being laughed at when I'm doing something new. That's all," it's more quiet than he's been being the past few minutes, almost sullen. He's going to pull himself out of it in a minute, but there's definitely a pause there while he's trying to figure out how to parse the rest of Victor's statement or how to respond.

[wauuu]

"I don't mean it in a cruel way!" Probably. Most of the time. Victor could be a dick about things if he was being careless or prideful. He held pretty high expectations for those around him, but sometimes he missed the mark on being encouraging and was straight up mean, instead. This is a flaw of his, one he doesn't want to upset Yuuri with so immediately.

"Laughing just means I'm having fun, I promise. Let me get you a gym shirt, some light cardio and a steam will work the last of the alcohol from your system. You should drink a lot of water, too." He'll set his phone down and go to do just that. The yoga pants would work for Yuuri, but not the butt length sweater, despite how cute it was on Yuuri. Victor gets the man a new shirt and fills up some water bottles for them both to take along.

The complex is as luxury as Victor's condo. Everything is pristine and there's polite, smiling waiting staff all around. Victor was actually on the very bottom floor, making the walk short to in building gym and sauna. It was like living in an extravagant hotel.

[emberossing]

"Okay," is all he says, but he also just kind of lets himself get swept away by hurricane Victor, too. At this rate he's probably going to give the impression of being a lot more easygoing than he is, but he's really out of his depth in every conceivable way and it's just easier to kind of go with the flow instead of fighting against it.

The staff makes Yuuri a little bit nervous. He's definitely not the kind of person who would be at a place like this, normally and he feels like they can see it on him, somehow. He feels tired all over again by the time they even make it to the gym, but he knows that Victor's right and he'll feel a lot better after some kind of a workout, even if he doesn't feel up to much today.

[wauuu]

They're both athletes, they know well the value of getting their bodies moving, even on lazy days. The gym is full of clean, brand new machines and weights. Luckily, it's mostly empty except the occasional middle aged woman with earbuds firmly in place. Victor is personally doing some warm up stretches on the ballet bar-- he's still in shorts and a v-neck, nothing but long limbs and pale skin. He'll chat curiously with Yuuri about what kind of athletic regimen he kept during the season, nothing prying or all that personal. Yuuri is free to go off and do his own exercises or follow along with Victor, he's not pushing either way if the man needed the hour to himself.

Either way, Victor will collect him before going toward the steam room.

"Been drinking your water, Yuuri?"

[emberossing]

He mostly takes the hour to himself. It's easier that way. He doesn't really feel as watched or judged and while he wouldn't necessarily say he needs a whole lot of time to himself, normally (he's usually alone anyway) it does feel nice to be able to just be quiet and by himself for a while and process everything while his body goes through the motions of things he remembers.

He goes through the thought of the banquet, first, the whole evening still something he completely doesn't remember. But it landed him here, with Victor. He's still a mess on that, and an hour isn't enough time to become not a mess about it. But... Victor's kind of exactly what he was expecting and kind of not. He's kind, but in a way where he seems completely oblivious to how much of a mess Yuuri is, not just ignoring it out of kindness, but completely oblivious.

And that's... new. He's never really met someone who didn't seem to even notice he was awkward, or would just laugh it off. And somehow, that keeps twisting him around oddly, where Victor himself is so weird or doesn't get it, and it doesn't feel stifling that way, the way someone caring for him in spite of him being awkward would be. It's... nice, actually. And having to confront all of it head on is speeding up him working his way through it. He's actually... kind of looking forward to the next few days, even though he knows he shouldn't.

He doesn't even notice the full hour has passed until Victor comes over and he looks down at his water bottle a little sheepishly,

"Probably not as much as I should have," he admits. "I got caught up," he drinks some more, but he's smiling.

[wauuu]

"Fill it all the way back up for the steam room! You'll be sore all over again, if you sweat out enough to dehydrate." Victor motions him along toward the locker rooms, where there's a water fountain for topping off their bottle. There was also space to strip down and store their clothes. Victor's going right ahead with that, by the way. That obliviousness definitely extended to an utter lack of modesty, as well.

"You said your family runs a hot spring resort, didn't you?" he really doesn't think Yuuri will be scandalized, if he grew up around nudity in that kind of way. "That sounds divine, my apologies if these steam rooms don't compare."