[ 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.
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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.