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[ He couldn't ever forget what Viktor shared with him and every so often he thinks about those feelings as he stares at the ring that he refuses to take off. Obviously he had given Viktor's out of half impulse and half out of a suddenly realization that it was the only thing that he could get that would translate his feelings over correctly.

Even right now as the chill creeps up on him, Yuuri doesn't feel any different—the flush that warms his cheeks reminiscent of him after a rigorous workout on the ice. He honestly should have expected Viktor to reply back to him with that kind of rebuttal. He was always so determined to get his feelings across to Yuuri at any given moment. Never would Yuuri ever mistake just what Viktor felt for him...

And it's overwhelming. ]

[ As soon as Yuuri realizes that Viktor is still standing there leaning against the railing looking at him with nothing but pure affection, the flush on his face deepens. If knowing how deep Viktor loved him (was love too strong or weak of a word for those feelings) was supposed to make things easier for Yuuri, it doesn't. Sometimes it does, but in moments like these it just makes things harder. ]

G...go get dressed already, Viktor.

[ Makkachin was resting his head on Yuuri's lap but is disturbed by Yuuri quickly turning away from Viktor and burying his face into the soft curls. He feels vaguely like a teenage girl but how else was he supposed to respond? ]

We need to get food. [ In a soft mumble: ] ...and go ice skating.

Edited 2017-01-25 04:19 (UTC)

[ The last bit makes him smile. Of course that's the most important part. But since he's being told to get dressed, he'll comply. It just so happens there's going to be a little teasing going along with it. By that, he's tugging his towel off and throwing it to land on the back of Yuuri's head. Enjoy that.

He hums softly to himself, the chill subsiding a bit, but not going away completely. He walks over to root around for what he's going to wear today. Not that he has a ot of options just yet, but at least there's something.

As he's dressing, he does yell over his shoulder: ]

I hate to admit it, but JJ was the one that told me about the ice.

[ Since Yuuri hadn't been facing Viktor when he threw the towel off and down at him, it takes him by surprise and there's a soft yelp that comes from him as he pulls it off of his head. He's going to make an effort not to look back up at where Viktor was because he knew that was the whole reason for throwing down the towel at him in the first place.

The tips of his ears are burning nevertheless. He has seen Viktor naked enough times that he really didn't need any extra help imagining it. ]

JJ? [ He'll turn his head a bit over his shoulder and sneak a peek up at Viktor. Even if he wanted to make a point not to look at Viktor, he couldn't help himself. ] That was nice of him to share that with you. He could have completely kept that to himself...not that we wouldn't have eventually found out about it.

[ Unlike Viktor, too, Yuuri has no problem with JJ on a general whole. ]

[ Luckily, by this point, Viktor's pulling on his bottom half set of his clothes and nods to what Yuuri said. It surprised him when JJ had mentioned the skating. In fact, it somewhat endeared him to the kid he'd been basically ignoring. Which probably sounds highly selfish of Viktor that he's only showing interest in JJ when he's being provided something, but it's more along the lines of the gesture meaning something to him. ]

I'm sure we would have known eventually, though it is in a different city, so perhaps not. [ But, surely, word of mouth would be a thing and he would have heard something from someone somewhere... right? ] Though, I had asked and one of the people staying here had said they didn't know of any ice rink, so I thought it was just a pipe dream.

[ And by this point, he's pulling on his shirt and grabbing a pair of socks so he can pad downstairs and join Yuuri on the bottom floor. ]

Who knows how long it wold have been, in any case.

[ Thank you for being decent and actually getting dressed. And even if it does sound selfish, it isn't something that's brand new to Yuuri. He's been on the receiving end of Viktor's selfishness and has gotten used to it, for better or for worse. Of all the things that Yuuri could possibly chide Viktor for, his random bouts of selfishness weren't one of them.

...not when they weren't really bothering anyone. ]

I'm just glad that it's sooner than later. [ Definitely far sooner than later. Yuuri didn't want to think what it'd be like to not have even the option to skate for an entire month. ] I haven't looked at how traveling to another city would cost or how it'd be.

[ He looks down at Makkachin and gives his face a bit of a squeeze which is only met with a soft whine but nothing else than that. Obviously he's concerned about leaving Makkachin alone if they were going to gone a while. ]

I wonder what the skates here are like; I haven't worn rentals in a very long time.

[ He can be decent sometimes. Sometimes!! And this decent human is now hugging Yuuri from behind, giving him a small nuzzle to the side of his head. Sorry, not sorry, he's so enamored by Yuuri. ]

There are apparently teleporters to travel between the cities. It's strange to think about. I'm sure we could ask for directions when we're out.

[ There's a few moments of silence before he continues. ]

Do you think we should invite him along sometime when we go? It'd be nice to have the ice to ourselves, but he did track this information down. [ Not that he wants to skate with JJ all the time, but it did seem like JJ wanted to skate with him. Or at least watch him skate. Besides, they were from the same world. They are in it together, as JJ said. ]

[ The nuzzling doesn't get much of a reaction out of Yuuri other than him placing a hand onto Viktor's head and giving him a bit of a pet. All of this affection was more than familiar to him now and since they were in private, Yuuri was far more tolerant of it. ]

This place doesn't have cars but it has teleporters. [ Yuuri muses at the thought. ] Looks like both sci-fiction and fantasy novels have been wrong all this time.

[ Though his humor starts to wane as Viktor drew out the silence, he almost asks what was wrong until the question regarding JJ popped up. He notices the shift in Viktor's ""willingness"" to have JJ join them ice skating, but moves right by it entirely. ]

We could. [ But doesn't ignore it. ] If you feel comfortable with it. It's just us in this big place filled with strangers, after all.

[ The hug tightens a bit and Viktor lets out a sigh, letting his cheek rest on Yuuri's shoulder. He wants to be selfish and keep Yuuri all to himself for practices. He doesn't mind sharing him with the world. And, in fact, loves to have Yuuri show off and show everyone what he's truly made of, but that also didn't mean that he didn't want to monopolize as much of Yuuri's time as he could. It wasn't even an act of possessiveness or jealousy. He just selfishly wants to spend as much time with Yuuri as he can out of adoration. ]

This world really is strange. There are a lot of nice people here, but they are, as you say, strangers. I'm sure he's getting along fine with everyone, since it's him, but... [ But it's all pretty lonely and new. He thinks about how distraught he was when he didn't know if Yuuri was here. JJ doesn't have his fiancée here, after all. ]

[ If it was any sort of consolation, Yuuri was very much capable of being the same. He wanted to have Viktor's eyes purely on himself and not because he was possessive or jealous—he just wanted Viktor to see how he changed him. Though, he still can't help the huff that escapes him as he reads between the lines of Viktor's words. ]

Then we'll see if he wants to come with us sometime. [ He answers mildly and gives Viktor a few more pets on his head. ] It doesn't have to be every time.

[ And it's not as if he was asking JJ to come stay with them. Actually, for as kind as Yuuri could be, that was also one thing that he wasn't going to even come close to considering. Life with Viktor and Makkachin had been peaceful and strangely natural... The idea of adding someone else to it didn't sit well with him.

Not to mention, Yuuri wants to feel as comfortable as possible in his temporary home. ]

[ It's a good thing that Yuuri wouldn't want JJ to join them in their home. That's one thing that Viktor probably couldn't stand. Small doses of JJ, sure. JJ full time? Nope. No thanks. Bye. He'd be driven up the wall so fast. That and neither of them could be their natural selves with him around. He couldn't be as selfish with Yuuri if there was someone else here. That would be pretty terrible. ]

For now, we can enjoy going their together.

[ And he'll reach out to pet Makkachin. ]

You'll take care of the place for us while we're gone, right?

[ Makkachin will be the best guard dog. ]

[ Makkachin only rustles a bit when Viktor puts his hand on his head, yawning so gracefully. Such a good guard dog. The best. ]

Yeah. [ Yuuri replies softly and there's a quiet floaty feeling that emerges from him—like a breezy, sunny spring day.

Of course the two of them have skated together; Viktor needed to be on the ice with him whenever Yuuri was practicing his routine after all, but in this context it would be so different. They weren't going to be practicing, they were just going to skate for fun.

...like another date. ]

Shall we get going now? Do you have any ideas of what we should buy to bring home—they don't have instant meals to buy so we should think of a few dishes.

[ Ah, what to eat, indeed. That's a good question. ]

Well, since you can't win any medals here, I suppose katsudon is off the menu. [ What a cruel man, but he'll continue with listing off a few of his other favorite meals instead. ]

What did you have in mind to get?

[ He'll be interested in hearing what Yuuri would want to eat while they're here. ]

[ There's a weak laugh that comes from Yuuri when Viktor mentions the denial of having katsudon. It was like he never wanted him to have his favorite food... What is with this food shaming.

Some fiance...boyfriend...whatever.

Either way, he'll make a quiet noncommittal noise before turning to look at Viktor. ]

What kind of foods do you like, Viktor?

[ He doesn't need to win Viktor's heart anymore but it was still nice to make him his favorite dishes. ] I can try to make them.

By this point, you should know I just love good food. Maybe I could make an except for a night here or there for some katsudon, since I do love it.

[ He glances at Yuuri in thought and wonders what he should answer. It really was that he just liked good food. Food that made him feel satisfied and it helped when it was obviously made with care. ]

I want you to cook me whatever it is you're most comfortable cooking.

[ It's true that Viktor always seemed to enjoy whatever food was just good to eat. There seemed to be no limit to whatever he enjoyed eating or drinking for that matter. As long as it was good, it would be well received.

However...there had to be something that Viktor liked more than everything else, right? The only thing that he could remember Viktor having the strongest reaction to was his mother's katsudon. ]

That's not fair, you know.

[ Yuuri replies sounding a bit put-out and with a bit of a frown on his face that fades into a bashful look. ]

What if I wanted to make something nice for you? [ He mumbles quietly before regaining his voice long enough to add on: ] I'm not very confident in making my mom's katsudon recipe but I can still try.

[ Moments like this give him a little bit of heartache from how adorable Yuuri can be and he can't help but smile at him affectionately. It's moments like these where it's hard to contain himself and his feelings. They're simple. They're pure. It's closed off and intimate. No concerns of the world. Just concerns about the simple things in life.

Amazing how just simply talking about what Yuuri wants to cook and what he'll attempt can make this subdue atmosphere. This side of their love was so innocent and fresh. But he also knows that Yuuri is probably still grappling with his feelings, considering their recent disagreement. Only now can Yuuri understand what Viktor is feeling. So he doesn't want to push it too much. Maintaining the same physical contact for now was hard, though, he had to admit. But at least he could plaster himself to Yuuri like this without concern. ]

I trust you in whatever you make. How is that unfair?

[ Yuuri wastes no time in replying back to Viktor, this time being the one to crowd him with a serious look in eye. The kind of look when he's being too stubborn and dead serious about whatever he wanted to prove. ]

B, because! That means that anything is fine!

[ Hadn't Viktor heard about if everything is the same then that means nothing is special? Sure it was a great sentiment but Yuuri wanted to do something that stood out above the rest. It was what he had grown into wanting to do. He wanted to always and constantly impress and surprise Viktor as he surprised him.

Though that doesn't mean that Yuuri's any better at describing the things that he wants to do for Viktor. They're all so embarrassing and even though he doesn't have to worry about what Viktor thought about it—it would always be well received—it didn't shake his nerves about the depths of his own feelings. ]

[ He'll continue softly and avoid looking at Viktor in the eye. After his outburst earlier a confession like this was...embarrassing. But it's what he wanted to do. After everything and nothing, it's what he wanted to do. ]

I want to make something special.

[ There's a moment of hesitation before he shifts to let go of Yuuri. Of course, he expects this to be received poorly since he tends to glue himself to Yuuri, but he moves toward the front of Yuuri, gently nudging Makkachin to move. He'll give extra pets later, but he wants to line up in front of Yuuri right now.

Both of his hands reach to take Yuuri's face and he tilts his head to look at him. He wants to make eye contact and he hopes Yuuri doesn't shy away from it. He understands how earnest Yuuri is with this and he doesn't want to dismiss these strong feelings he has for wanting to make him something special. ]

Yuuri. I'm honestly not trying to dismiss you in this. I truly mean it that whatever you made me special is something I would appreciate wholeheartedly. I love food and drinking, but what really makes the meal is the company. [ His thumb gently brushes the corner of Yuuri's lips. ]

I doubt I would have loved katsudon as much if it wasn't made in your home and something I've shared with you. That's why it's such a special and delicious food to me. That's what makes food special to me.

[ Gently, he rests his forehead against Yuuri's, still maintaining that same eye contact. But this also seemed important to him. This is something that Yuuri really wants. ]

If you want to make me something, though, I can suggest a few Russian dishes. It would be like a small taste of home for me and something I could share with you.

[ Go figure that Viktor would want to force Yuuri to look at him once he started to pull away from him. He always seemed to chase after him whenever he ran away and withdrew into himself, however, he would never force himself at Yuuri who was retreating. He'd just meet him at the edge and wait for him there.

Yuuri look still tries to avoid looking at Viktor even though he holds his face and runs a thumb over his lips—the action getting a flush out of him. The color deepens as Viktor speaks of course. Obviously he's more than aware of how the company could improve the taste of the food but...

When their foreheads finally touch, Yuuri will finally meet Viktor's gaze shyly. Shy because of his admission and because of what all what Viktor had told him. Though Yuuri gains confidence as Viktor suggests Russian dishes. ]

Okay. Tell me what those are and we can go get what we need to make them. [ There's that stubbornness showing itself again. ] You had katsudon and even though I've had Yurio's piroshkis, I want to know what you like.

[ At least that answer satisfied Yuuri. Even if it's not exactly his "favorite" food, it's still a taste of home and it'll be something important between the two of them. ]

Borscht, beef stroganoff and zharkoye are all extremely delicious meals. There are others I can suggest, but we can start off with these. Does that sound fair?

[ Maybe, just maybe, this will placate Yuuri and he won't be upset at his difficulty pinning down food choices. At least he seems to be sulking a bit less as he picked up that shy side. ]

[ Of those dishes maybe he's heard of borscht but hearing about something or even eating it doesn't mean he could cook it from just that alone. Either way— ]

It does. [ There's a brighter smile on his face and a nod of his head. ] But you'll have to tell me what's inside of them and how they'll taste since I've never made any of those before.

[ ...which might be terrible in the long run given how giving vague ingredients and what it should taste like, but at the same time it might be fun too. Something they could do together outside of ice skating. ]

I doubt there are any Russian cookbooks here that I could buy.

We'll do our best together on it, then.

[ Since, you know, he might not know everything that's in the dishes. But at least they won't be undercooked pancakes being put on the table. That's a major plus to whatever Yuuri is going to attempt making. And even if it doesn't turn out proper, it'll probably still be pretty decent.

He's relieved that Yuuri isn't pressing harder and seems extremely happy with the answer. Ah. What a fine man he fell in love with... ]

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this is my 666th comment.....

lol, amazing

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what if i used my lewd icon for this

double rude

i wanted to edit it but then i was like nah

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