wauuu This bed is too large

[katsudonprince]

Throbbing. His head is throbbing, and even the light on the other side of his eyelids is too much for him to handle. How much did he drink? Does he even want to know how much he drank? Why had he drank? He knew better, he should have known this would happen-

Oh ugh why does his mouth taste like this...

A deep groan precedes him when he finally rolls out of bed. Why can't he feel carpet underfoo- oh there it is. It's thicker than he remembers it being. His eyes haven't opened yet. He actually has the comforter he'd been tangled up in wrapped around himself tightly, part of it up over his head. His stocking feet are nearly silent as he pads his way down an unfamiliar hall in an unfamiliar house in search of water. He could worry about the rest later, but right this second, he is a spectre in a white duvet in search of relief for his cottonmouth.

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[wauuu]

[The on suite bathroom would be a likely place to find water and the light is on, the only light in the nearly black room with it's blackout curtain's drawn.

There's a sound of a shower running and it turns off as Yuri gets close. If he peeks in, he'll see the bare back of very wet and very naked man, with silver hair clinging to his nape. He'll tie the towel around his waist]

[katsudonprince]

[Immediately drawn toward the light at the bottom of the door, Yuri gropes for the handle then eases the door open and pulls the blanket down further over his head to hide from the harsh brightness overhead. He leans heavily against the door frame and glares from under his soft, warm shelter, parsing the movement in his general vicinity. His vision is swimming as he stares at the pair of feet in front of him, and he frowns deeply as he follows the long, muscular legs up to the towel around this other person's waist. His stomach sinks when he takes in the back of Victor's head.]

V...Victor...?

[His head still hurts, worse than ever with the glaring lights, but he's wholly absorbed in the very nude man in front of him. Good thing he's already leaning on the doorjamb or he might have fallen over.]

[wauuu]

[He'll hear the door open, so he's not all that surprised when he turns to see Yuri behind him. With a smooth pivot, he'll face the man, room warm with steam and bright around him. A hand will raise in greeting]

Yuri! You're finally awake!

[katsudonprince]

[He's dreaming. That's all that his still-inebriated brain will accept. He moves stiffly to the sink as soon as he locates it, bending and fiddling with the spigot a moment, then swishing a couple of handfuls of water around his mouth and spitting them back out again. He swallows down a third then turns to retreat back into the comfortable darkness of the bedroom.

There's about ten seconds of silence after he flops back down onto his stomach at the foot of the bed before he suddenly jerks back upright with a loud 'HUH?' He twists around in place until he's facing the bathroom again and the man framed in steam and light. This is a dream. It has to be a dream. Actually he's pretty sure he's had a dream just like this? Without the sick thudding in his head anyway.]

I-I-I don't know about that! [Slightly hysterical, sorry Victor.]

[wauuu]

[as Yuri busies himself with the closer sink, Victor goes to the second one, grabbing his tooth brush and just idly watching Yuri go about his business until he retreats to the darker room.

Victor is leaning against the the door frame, casually brushing and watching the other man crawl back to bed. He perks both eyebrows when Yuri begins yelping.]

You feeling alright? There's some water and aspirin on the night stand. And your glasses. [brush brush brush]

[katsudonprince]

[Everything is surreal and kind of uncomfortable. Yuri moves to find the nightstand, groping momentarily until he's located the missing glasses. He nearly manages to poke himself in the eye with an earpiece, but soon he's put them on straight and turned his attention back to Victor.

Nope, that's still weird. Especially with the man just peacefully brushing his teeth as if nothing about this is the least bit strange.]

Where...?

[wauuu]

[Victor will spin a finger with a casual look.]

Here? It's my house. You came home with me.

[katsudonprince]

[No.]

No.

[His brain doesn't want to process that. But it'll have to, because he's moved his blanket down off of his head just to look around. There are so many lights up overhead. This bed has a canopy. This is not his hotel room. No.

No fucking way.]

Your house.

[wauuu]

Vacation house. [he has a few houses]

Sorry, it's not very welcoming. [he says, in a house that looks like it's ready for a photoshoot-- but that was exactly why he didn't find it welcoming. He didn't have any personal touches around, it was all done by a hired designer and most of the rooms were still empty. It had nothing that said "home" to him beyond a certain insistence of good lighting]

I only spend a few weeks here a year.

[katsudonprince]

Well I. I haven't seen much of it yet, so...

[So he doesn't know how welcoming it is yet. He isn't even sure how long he's been here.

Oh god he hasn't thrown up in Victor's presence has he? (No, just made a spectacle of himself clinging to the man on the way back here.) The blankets are slowly falling down on him, making him acutely aware that some time in the last few hours, he'd lost his shirt somewhere. He blushes vibrantly and yanks the blankets back up around his shoulders.]

What happened? How did I get here?

[wauuu]

[you are very close to naked, Yuri, he didn't really want to fight clothes on a passed out person. Victor left Yuri under the blankets in just his underwear and socks.

It also hadn't been a couple hours, Yuri passed out for a solid 10 straight without even stirring, Victor checking in on him once in a while to make sure he didn't roll over on his back or out of the bed completely. The blackout curtains obscured the late morning sun shining outside Victor's window so it did seem like it might still be later... or early. It was neither]

You blacked out, huh? How much do you remember?

[katsudonprince]

[His perception of time was skewed for sure, and as soon as he knew how long he'd been out, he would resume his freaking out. For now, his attention was on Victor, and he pulled his knees up to his chest as he peered back at the man like a child staring into a closet he thinks there might be a monster hiding in.]

I...I lost the Grand Prix. But I had to go to the banquet. Then I... drank. A lot.

[wauuu]

Do you remember dancing with Chris? I didn't think you could be all that drunk, you had such control. [he'll be practically gargling toothpaste by now, motioning for Yuri to hold on, while he slide back into the bathroom to spin and rinse his mouth. He's back in the doorway after a moment, leaning on the frame again with his arms folded]

[katsudonprince]

[He's frowning deeply when Victor comes back, eyes down on his knees.]

It's all really hard to focus on after the fifth glass of champagne. I did something stupid, didn't I...

[wauuu]

[Victor's eyes grow like twice their size]

You drank like four bottles!

[katsudonprince]

[Victor's incredulity is mirrored by his own. At least until he pulls the blankets back up over his head. Leave him here to die, please and thank you.]

Oh my god...

[wauuu]

[Incredulous, sure, but that's quickly overcome by this HOW IMPRESSIVE tone, like he witnessed a magic trick]

Do you even know how to pole dance sober!? It was amazing!

[katsudonprince]

[No matter how impressed Victor might be with him, Yuri isn't coming out from under his blanket. Of course he knew how to pole-dance sober, what kind of question was that? ...not that he'd actually say that. Not after that display.]

Never drinking again,,,

[wauuu]

You really lost a lot, huh?

Good thing we didn't have sex. [he'd been drinking a bit himself and was very, very charmed. He'd had loved to, especially with Yuri's insistence on coming home with him...

Good judgement had easily won out over desire, Yuri clearly hadn't been in any sort of state for consent. Especially after some rather interesting details he (very much over) shared while plastered.....]

[katsudonprince]

[As much as Yuri had been generally loathing of the world and everything in it right that second, as soon as Victor confirms that they didn't even sleep together despite both being drunk, he relaxes slowly into the bed, getting flatter under the blanket.]

I'm sorry. I'm so, so so sososo sorry.

[wauuu]

Nothing to be sorry about! I had an absolute blast!

The banquets are so stuffy and formal, that was the most fun anybody ever had at one.

[katsudonprince]

This is going to be one of those things that people talk about for months after, isn't it...

[He starts to grope around for his phone, only to realize that it was nowhere in sight. He peeks back out at Victor like a sullen turtle.]

Have you seen my phone? Or...or my pants?

[wauuu]

I did take a lot of pictures and I know I wasn't the only one. Sorry. [he does sound a bit sorry, but only a bit. A "nothing to do about that" kind of sorry.]

Your phone broke, you dropped it. I brought your suit into a cleaner this morning, so it's away for a while.

You don't mind wearing some of my clothes in the meantime, do you?

[katsudonprince]

Will- [A pause, a small belch, a roll of the stomach that he breathes deeply to quell before continuing.] Will your clothes even fit me?

[wauuu]

[Victor laughs, like he finds that concern very charming. He's just going to give Yuri some stretchy yoga pants and a sweater, what did those really need to fit for?]

They won't look tailored, but they'll cover you up. Let's see... [he'll spin from the doorway, moving to another door in the room, the closet. He opens and flips the light on, just as overly bright as the bathroom. It looks like a fancy clothing store in there. It's not crowded with clothes, but they're nice and incredibly neat, hanging up with delicate spacing. Victor looking around, idly taking the towel from his waist and rubbing it through his hair to dry it more. This man has no concerns about over exposure....]