[When Yuri practiced on his own, time seemed to stop mattering so much. He hadn't even realized that he'd been in the studio for so long, even when Makkachin had wandered back out again looking to curl up on Victor's bed.
When Victor appears, Yuri is hanging from the pole in the corner of the room, hangs and legs clasped around it in such a way that he could drift around it in a slow, mid-level spin. He had just lifted up to swing his legs up and over his head when he finally noticed the door opening to admit Victor, and he lets go at the worst possible moment, sliding down the metal with his calves still around it, resulting in his head smacking into the floor and slight friction burns on his legs. He falls over onto his side with a groan and scratches through his hair where his head aches the most.]
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Date: 2016-12-28 03:00 am (UTC)When Victor appears, Yuri is hanging from the pole in the corner of the room, hangs and legs clasped around it in such a way that he could drift around it in a slow, mid-level spin. He had just lifted up to swing his legs up and over his head when he finally noticed the door opening to admit Victor, and he lets go at the worst possible moment, sliding down the metal with his calves still around it, resulting in his head smacking into the floor and slight friction burns on his legs. He falls over onto his side with a groan and scratches through his hair where his head aches the most.]