[Victor will busy himself, getting a bit of a feel for how Yuri liked him. Namely, not overbearing down on him, offering something every three seconds. Be cool, Victor, if he wants anything, he'll ask... probably. The older man goes to turn the house heating off, the natural and forgettable hum of the A/C sputtering to a stop. A certain quiet stillness is left behind, which was oddly disquieting, like the heart of the house has suddenly stopped beating. He'll turn off the extraneous lighting, just leaving on a trail of lamps to light their way down to the dark kitchen if they needed.
After that, he'll picking up his space heater and taking it to the studio, plugging it in. The room was warm enough already, so it would stay that way despite how relatively small the heater was.
Whenever Yuri peaks in, Victor is doing some basic ballet stretches against the wall. His long limbs extend and bounce, his eyes closed and peaceful. Makkachin is curled up right next to the heater, stirring when the door opens to look up at Yuri, before settling back in a warm pile of fur]
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Date: 2017-01-10 08:42 pm (UTC)After that, he'll picking up his space heater and taking it to the studio, plugging it in. The room was warm enough already, so it would stay that way despite how relatively small the heater was.
Whenever Yuri peaks in, Victor is doing some basic ballet stretches against the wall. His long limbs extend and bounce, his eyes closed and peaceful. Makkachin is curled up right next to the heater, stirring when the door opens to look up at Yuri, before settling back in a warm pile of fur]