katsudonprince | wauuu This bed is too large

[Well, it's better than nothing, and- oh. Oh ok, that's Victor's butt. The man has no shame whatsoever apparently.

As soon as the clothes are offered he immediately dips under the covers to pull them on in pseudo-privacy. The pants are clingy but comfortable; he'll be fine with this. His voice is muffled under the blankets when he speaks up again.]

So, Victor...? Where is here, exactly? I kind of need to be able to get back to my hotel. I mean, my stuff is there, including my wallet and passport and things...

[Victor will have given Yuri fresh underwear and socks with the pile and retreat to the closet (actually closing the door!) to give Yuri privacy while he also got dressed. He'll slide out of the closet again in a v-neck shirt and equally tight pants to what he gave Yuri. He rests his weight on one leg, looking at Yuri's blanket castle]

We're still in Sochi, I didn't kidnap you. Well, not very far, at least! Do you have your coach's number? He was pretty drunk himself.

Uh. Yeah. If I can use your phone. [He eases out of bed, straightening the shirt out and smoothing his hands over the form-fitting pants, which are long enough on him that they need to be rolled up once at the ankles so he's not walking on them. His head still hurts, and he still kind of wants to throw up, but at least nothing bad has happened besides that yet.]

Of course, let me go find it. Don't go far, I'll lose track of you. [This house is big and mostly empty and he got lost in it sometimes. He'll wander out the room to give Yuri a moment for this thoughts]

[Yuri, you live in an age of convenience-- when was the last time you actually had to remember a phone number?]

[He doesn't actually remember Celestino's phone number now that he's actually thinking about it, whoops. That doesn't stop him from slipping out of sight as soon as Victor has left the room. His suit was apparently already sent to the dry cleaner's so there's no use in scrambling around searching for his own clothes. He settles down onto the floor and buries his face against his knees, trying very hard to actually remember a shred of what happened after he'd blacked out. Nothing wants to come up, and he sighs deeply. Hopefully Victor has alerted someone by now where he's gone or there'll be some panicked messages on his phone when he-

Oh right. Phone is gone. Shit.]

Why is this happening to me...

[Victor comes back in with his phone in one hand, flipping through texts. He'd been texting some of the other skaters since that night, Chris mainly, as he was very interested in what had gone on. Victor had only said that Yuri was safe and he was getting the younger skater sorted out. He thinks he's lost Yuri until he spots the man curled up on the floor and jolts]

Yuri.... are you still sick? Do you need the bathroom?

Yes, and no. [Yuri doesn't pick his head up off his knees just yet. There's still light coming from the bathroom and closet and right now, all light constituted migraine-causing evil.] I can't believe Celestino let me do that to myself.

Oh, you're just wallowing? I don't allow that in my house. [He'll walk over and reach down, taking Yuri by the elbows to hoist him to his feet. The smile on his face is warm, at least, and encouraging]

I'll make you breakfast, you'll feel better then.

[Hey now he's totally justified in his wallowing. at least in his own mind. The idea of food is appealing to most of him though, except for the bit of him that wants to reject the very idea of putting anything in his stomach just now.]

Couldn't I just go back to sleep? [As if he'd actually be able to, with everything that's going on right now.]

You'll get more dehydrated, if you sleep. It's already the afternoon. [he pats Yuri's shoulder, friendly and casual despite not really knowing Yuri in the slightest.]

I know a good hangover cure, easy to stomach. Keep up. [he'll gesture Yuri to follow, spinning to go out of the bedroom. When Yuri follows, he'll find he's in a much larger home than the single room gave any indication of.]

Sorry it's so bright, I need to get some drapes...

[Yuri follows along helplessly, squinting to block out the majority of the light. his hands were curled into the front of his shirt, just gripping down on the fabric as his head swiveled back and forth. It's almost uncomfortable how big and luxuious this place is, but...he supposes he shouldn't be too upset. It's Victor Nikiforov's house.]

Y...You cook? [He couldn't remember having seen that in any interview or article.]

Not much! But I can make a good pot of tea. You could use the hydration and caffeine. [he's in the kitchen a moment later, pulling a rather cute kettle out to fill with water. That will go on the stove top, Victor then busy with getting cups and honey and a lemon from the fridge. His actions are smooth and graceful, but he doesn't even seem to notice with how casual his expression it]

[Yuri drags his hands back through his hair and scratches at the back of it, staring at Victor practically bustling around in the kitchen. It's weirdly domestic and something in his chest pulls just a little bit.]

Yeah...yeah that's a good idea.

Thank you. [He settles himself down into one of the kitchen chairs, then slowly lowers his head onto the surface to watch Victor from that slightly more comfortable vantage point instead.]

Do you eat tomato soup? [he'll be cutting a lemon into squares as he asks, picking out the seeds to throw away. He licks his finger tips idly, smirking through the sour taste]

[His eyes are locked briefly on the tongue running over Victor's fingers. He should not be staring. This is not a good time for that.]

Uh. Not very often. Would the acid be good for this?

You need the vitamin C. Let me heat some up. [he's looking around for a proper pot, putting it on the stove before grabbing a can of soup from his mostly bare cabinets. There were canned foods and dishes, but nothing much else. It was clear the place wasn't stocked for someone to live more than few days. He grabs a frying pan after he's got the soup on the stove, setting it down before grabbing a carton of eggs from the fridge. Soup, eggs, toast, and tea-- a perfect recovery breakfast.

He looks over his shoulder to Yuri]

How do you like your eggs?

[He's making him breakfast. Victor Nikiforov is making him breakfast. He's surely died, or gone into a coma, or entered the Twilight Zone. It takes a second for Yuri to respond, focused as he is on the man before him.]

Uh. Soft. Over-easy.

Got it, I make decent eggs, promise. [Victor will crack a couple onto the pan, beginning to cook them. It's a rather serene scene, like Yuri was meant to be here and this was all perfectly normal happenings]

I'll take your word for it...

[Yuuri's head lifts enough to put his arms underneath it, eyes glazing over some as he thought just that. It's just so normal. Victor is being really weirdly normal. He doesn't understand, but on the other hand he can't argue against it. He wants breakfast. He wants to go take a shower. He really wants to know what happened in between those little snatches of the night he can almost remember. But then he also doesn't. Who could live through that kind of shame?]

[Victor just goes about the food prep, eventually taking the boiled water off the stove to pour for tea. Soon he's got a cute plate arranged with eggs and some bread, a little cup of tomato soup with croutons in it, and a cup of tea he squeezes a lemon wedges and some honey into. Victor just looks pleased with himself]

Enjoy!

Itadakimasu...

[Yuri stared at it all when it was put down in front of him, his hands momentarily frozen in front of him in his thanks. His mind is numb yelling by now, but his stomach has slid from abject horror at the idea of anything that isn't simple toast to demanding that he inhale everything in front of him. So he compromises and breaks the yolk of his egg to dip the corner of his toast in, nibbling at it as he stares from the corner of his eye over at Victor.]

You should probably eat something too. [He tucked his bite into his cheek, making himself look a bit like a chipmunk.]

A guest should always be served first! [He grins, glad Yuri seemed to have his appetite returned upon seeing the food before him. Victor will turn and pour the remaining soup out for himself, breaking some bread to soak in it. His own tea gets poured, stirring it with a tiny spoon before licking the honey off it.]

I'm glad you're not shy! You won't even start to feel better without food.

[Victor wasn't aware yet of how big his appetite could be. Maybe that was a blessing in this instance. Yuri nearly drops his toast looking at the way Victor's tongue runs over his spoon, and he ends up overcompensating when he tries to correct his grip and ends up crushing part of the bread. He tries to cover it, tearing up the rest of the bread and mixing it into his egg yolk, then shoveling the whole thing into his mouth. He sipped at his tea as well, both hands curled around the cup.]

Yeah, the sooner I can start feeling more human, the sooner I can get out of your hair here.

Going to run away from me so soon? [Is he teasing? Hard to say]

I- Yes? Uh! No! Not running away, I-

[am a train wreck. And he wants to go home. And he wants his phone, his lifeline.

He wants his mom. And the Inn's number is one that he does remember.]

Victor, do you think I could use your phone later? It's kind of important.

wauuu This bed is too large

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MERRY GIFT HOLIDAY.

You too!! TAGS ARE BEST GIFT. OuO

Happy birthday Victor have a hungover japanese man.

it's everything he ever wanted thank you

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