katsudonprince | wauuu This bed is too large

[It's easier than sitting and welling. Yuri's eyes unfocus as he works, brow knitting in thought.]

If you can call them I'd really appreciate it. I want my clothes back, at least.

No trouble. [Victor will lean back on the counter, googling where the hotel was and calling the listed number. He speaks in Russian, saying Katsuki Yuri clearly. His voice drops after a silence, tone clear that something wasn't right. He ends up pulling out a pen and paper, writing a few things down. He hangs up, trying not to look overly concerned]

Your hotel room was robbed last night, I have to call the police because there's a missing person report out on you. I'll handle it. [He didn't see this coming...]

[Victor was trying not to look overly concerned, but the moment he learned that his belongings were stolen, everything else fell out of focus. He felt numb when he spoke up again.]

Everything is gone?

[His phone, his passport, everything. He was stuck here. He barely knows enough Russian to hold up a conversation. He wouldn't be able to get a new passport either because among everything else, his ID was in there too.

The cloth in his hand slips out of his loosening grip and flops sadly onto the floor.]

Some of your clothes are still there, but other than that-- [he'll be calling the police as he talks, cutting off as they pick up. He rattles off in Russian, again saying Katsuki Yuri clearly. As he speaks he'll go around to find his laptop, pulling it over to the counter and putting in his password to open it up. Pulling up a web browser, he'll gesture Yuri towards it. When he's put on hold with the police he finally says]

Use my computer to call your banks, you don't want all your money stol-- Ah-- [another cut off by talking to the police. He has to explain what happened and give his current address, so the cops can come by and check on the man]

[Yuri's hackles go up at the idea, but he can't really say anything either way. Victor is right. So he settles himself down in front of the laptop, his fingers flying over the keyboard. He brings up an instant messenger as well that he can sign in on his own account, using it to make the call to his bank. He's redirected several times, and his leg is starting to bounce anxiously as he finally gets ahold of someone in charge of his accounts. He tries to stay calm as he relays the information as he knows it right now.

Within minutes, his accounts are voluntarily frozen. Nobody can access his assets without the recovery pin that he's given, It's a relief, but at the same time he's just made it much harder for himself to get his affairs back in order. He thanks the person on the other end of the line and cuts off the call, sighing deeply and slumping back again.]

I guess I'm stuck here for a while...

[Victor finishes up on the phone and hangs up.]

Wow! What a mess, I'm so glad I took you home with me!

[Yuri turns back to him with a rather hurt expression.]

You're taking this awfully lightly.

I can handle it for you. Don't worry about anything, Yuri. [He'll pour another cup of the tea]

Long as you need to stay, consider yourself at home.

...Thank you. For all of this. [Don't worry about anything? But that was kind of his thing, he worried. About everything. But breakfast was delicious and he still needs a shower, so Yuri excuses himself, bowing deeply to Victor before beginning the trek back to the bathroom. He's pretty sure there are towels there, clean and waiting to be used.]

[Victor points him back in the right direction, getting back on his phone after Yuri is retreated to the bathroom. He's talking with the customs office about what to do about a stolen passport and ID. He writes down some information, eventually thanking the woman on the line flirtatiously.

By the time Yuri is emerging from the shower, Victor is standing at his front door, chatting rather cheerily with some men in police uniforms. They needed to make sure Yuri was actually safe and accounted for, before closing up the missing person's case. He has Yuri's remaining assets under an arm, a single bag with some scattered clothes that weren't made off with. He'll throw a glance back to Yuri, waving before pointing to him for the cops benefit]

There he is, officers! [he'll go on in Russian-- "sorry about the trouble! Thank you for making it out here so quickly."]

[Yuri stands stock-still in the hall watching Victor talking to the police, rather intimidated by the look of the men. He squeezes the ends of the towel around his shoulders and nods at them, stepping forward to give them any remaining information they needed, with Victor playing the go-between as he explained what he needed. He'd have to stay in the country in the meantime, as he already knew, while they attempted to track down whether any of his cards or identification had been used since being stolen. He bowed once more after they'd finished writing down at least his online contact, knowing he could at the very least receive email updates as long as he had access to Victor's computer.

When they're gone, Yuri slumps over on the sofa he'd settled into over the course of the questioning, settling his towel over his face.]

[Victor bids the police a fond sounding farewell, before retreating back to Yuri. He stands with a foot cocked out, resting on the heel of it with a popped hip, his arms crossed. A little sigh at Yuri's distress, he can understand this is lot to handle]

Seems like you'll be my guest for at least a few weeks. Are you comfortable with that?

[Yuri peeks out from under his towel at that, sucking his lower lip into his mouth then letting it back out again as he stares down at the couch cushion.]

It'll take time to get used to.

Anything I can get you, just let me know. I'll get it done. [he's confident in that! Even if he can get Yuri home right away, he can make this bad situation as comfortable as possible]

Sorry if my enthusiasm appeared misplaced. I'm relieved you were here and safe, not in a drunken stupor during a robbery.

[He does have to concede that point; if he hadn't been here, away from the break-in, who knew what might have happened? He pushes himself back upright and folds his hands together in his lap, looking down at his fingers wringing around eachother anxiously.]

Thank you, Victor. If there's anything I can do here to make it up to you let me know.

I owe you for the most fun I've ever had at one of those boring banquets, Yuri. I'm pleased to help you out. [he'll sit down on the couch beside the one Yuri settled into, looking at the man with that charming grin of him]

[Stop looking at him like that Victor, he's already flustered enough and that grin is doing funny things to his stomach. It could be that Victor just turned that smile on anyone he found entertaining, but that didn't change what it did to him, personally. His face is a lighter pink as he looks down at his knees.]

I still want to be able to help, especially if I'm staying here.

Hmm... [Victor will tap a finger to his lips, looking around. What could he give Yuri to for him that wasn't asking too much?]

Do you cook?

A little. Mom taught me before I went to the States so I wouldn't have to live on freezer food the whole time.

I'm not picky! If you could do the cooking for me, I would appreciate it.

[Yuri lightens up a little, nodding as he takes the idea to heart.]

You'll have to get more food here then. All you have is canned and preserved stuff.

We'll go shopping! Anything you need, we can stock up since it'll be a couple weeks at the least. [he'll hear a scratching at the door, perking up to see a needy Makkachin at the backdoor, wanting to be let in]

Do you like dogs, Yuri? You're going to get jumped on. [he laughs, going to the door to let his poodle in]

I love dogs. I miss mine a- [And he was bowled over by an excited standard poodle, floored and promptly sniffed and licked. He can't help but laugh, even as he splutters at the dog breath.]

[Victor lets Makkachin tackle and sniff all over Yuri, licking the man and cuddle him]

Wow! He likes you already! That's great, he could use the attention.

[Yuri tries to sit up to be able to scratch under Makkachin's ears, making smoochy noises at him then pressing his face into the dog's fur.] I'll definitely watch him for you while you're out. He's such a good boy. You're a good boy. [He continues to baby Makkachin for a few moments longer, scratching at his belly when he turns over onto his back. He's a lot bigger in person.]

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