katsudonprince | wauuu This bed is too large

[Victor will hold up the hanger, unzipping the protective bag to show Yuri his own suit from the evening prior]

Your suit, cleaned and pressed. [then he'll point to the box]

A replacement phone. You didn't break your sim card, so your settings and contacts are all restored.

[Yuri relaxes a little at that, coming to retrieve his suit to hang up, as well as the new phone that he would have to set up and update, though knowing that his contacts were all still there helped. His music was gone though, as were the small assortment of apps, but he could worry about those later. Maybe his account would still have his music available for re-download at least.]

Thank you.

You're welcome. [he will lean against the counter, looking Yuri over. He'd thought about their interaction, what had upset Yuri and whether or not he actually felt bad or not. The conclusion; he felt a little bad, but he wasn't sorry. He did think he understood Yuri more, though.]

Three days, then I'm not putting up with it. Mourn and pity party and feel bad for yourself, loud as you like. Be mad at yourself, I understand.

Day four and I don't want to hear any more of it. Day four and you're picking yourself up. Is that fair?

[Just like that, the moment is over before it even started. Victor has a talent for things like that.

So Yuri puffs up briefly, then sighs and slumps forward until his head hits the counter with a soft thud.]

Ok then what do I do after that? I'll probably go stir-crazy here. Besides, we still have to go get actual food if I'm staying here.

...wait, you said this was your vacation place, what happens when you go back to your actual home? [He stands back up with that worried look right back in place, grasping his new phone tightly.] You don't intend to actually move here, do you?

I bought food, it's in the car. I hope you like ice cream, I got three days worth! [he laughs, ice cream was good to cry into, he knows]

Relax while you're here, consider it a vacation. I have a pool, a studio to dance in, a library-- though most of my books are in Russian, there's some in English.

You can use my computer, but if you see anything weird in my history pretend you didn't.

[Victor no you're going to unintentionally make him fat if you offer him ice cream to mourn into. And you didn't even answer the question. Victor please.

Still, the knowledge that there was still stuff to do, ways to keep active, it helps. He's actually considering hiding in the studio for a while later.

He can't help the snort of laughter at the comment about Victor's search history. He'd just open an incognito window for himself so that their histories remained separate. That seems like a logical, non-suspicious way to do things.]

Let me go find a pair of shoes and I'll help with the groceries.

Go hang your suit up before it gets crumpled again. [he'll pass the man the hanger, before leaning down to snuggle his precious dog. "Have you been good, Makkachin? I'm sorry I left, I got you some treats!" he'll coo at the dog until Yuri returns to help with the groceries]

[Yuri lingers outside of Victor's attention for a bit after hanging up his suit, watching the man with his dog. It's adorable, really. When Makkachin's attention turns to him, he chuckles quietly and kneels to scratch under the dog's ears briefly, explaining that they needed to go get groceries but that they'd be back inside in a minute.

Within moments of setting foot outside, he wishes he hadn't, gritting his teeth at the cold immediately seeping into his pants. Russian winters are surely the worst.]

[the cold air outside really makes one appreciate the warm air inside. Victor's house might be too big and rather empty, but at least it was a cozy temperature. Loading bags into both arms, they'll get the groceries inside with only a single trip. Victor really should clean the garage out, he stuffed it full of his old costumes and had no room for his car. At least he had a covered area outdoors so it didn't get snowed on.

Speaking of, Victor spots the white stuff starting to fall as they get inside.]

Good thing I got food, we could get snowed in.

[Yuri's used to hauling a lot of groceries at least, after helping for so long at the inn, but that doesn't account for the single-digit temperatures rapidly falling into the negatives with the fresh snowfall. He shudders when they head back inside and starts unloading the groceries onto the counter, frowning at the Russian lettering on some packages but able to tell well enough what everything is.

It doesn't take him long to start finding places for everything, and already he's making a mental list of things he needs to learn how to make from what they have available here. His browser history would be comprised of a lot of allrecipes searches.]

Snowed in. We're going to be snowed in. [Yuri runs his hands down his face and leans heavily against the counter. He didn't do much with his day and yet already he's tired again. It was probably because of the dark and cold. Maybe he should find that studio now, if only so he could get in a little bit of exercise now that he was up and awake and nor completely miserable.]

[Victor had at least picked up mostly fresh ingredients, lots of vegetable, herbs, and a few different meats for variety. He'll put some potatoes, carrots, and chopped beef squares out for now, rummaging around for a slow cooker.]

Let's get a stew started, if we might be stuck. It won't be ready by dinner, but it'll be good for tomorrow. [he's finding some knives to chop veggies with, it wouldn't be complicated and it would last a couple days between them (and Makkachin, who would much rather eat that then canned dog food!)]

[It's a good idea, and Yuri nods before moving to help, starting to heat the pot up and add water, as well as salt and a few different spices before scooping chopped portions in as soon as it had started to steam. He ran his sleeve around the inside of the lid before rinsing some clinging dust off and putting it on top of the cooker.]

If you have ideas for what you want to eat let me know ok? So I don't end up making something that might go to waste.

[it's another cute, domestic scene between the two. A outsider would think they were perfectly comfortable with one another, not an odd set up of lifetime idol and their recent fascination.]

I eat everything, don't worry! A surprise is always best.

I hope you don't intend to say that with every meal. I'll probably run out of ideas.

[He should have seen the surprise thing coming. It was the man's basis for his entire performance, after all.

The thought makes him wither a little. He's not looking forward to next season. Right now, he's not even sure if he has a next season in him. He had a month to decide, one way or the other.]

Hey, can you finish this? I'm gonna go...explore some more.

[Meaning he was going to go hole up in the studio as soon as he found it and practice until his mind quieted back down. It would be harder here, now that he couldn't just go out and run or take over a local rink. So his disappearances here would usually consist of hiding in the studio, stretching or dancing]

No problem, but you don't want a tour? [isn't that the more usual things? The host showing the guest around the house not just... letting guest roam about blindly? Victor continues to peel the potatoes, regardless, assuming by that look that Yuri wanted to be left alone]

Well, go right ahead. Don't get lost.

[That would have made more sense, to ask for an escort through this ridiculous house, but he felt much better when he had time to himself to figure things out. He could already feel the crushing helplessness, not to mention listlessness, that came along with a heavy bout of depression. But Victor wasn't having it, he'd said so himself, so he was going to try and fight back out of it.

Makkachin butting up against the backs of his legs brought him back around and he put a hand down to be licked, then started peeking into doors, climbing up and then back down stairs, growing increasingly baffled wondering just why one man wanted or needed this much house to himself. Maybe it would be used to host parties or something of that nature? That seemed pretty logical to Yuri.

When he actually located the studio he was a little bit awed, looking around the polished hardwood and spotless mirrors, and back in a corner, like an afterthought, a steel pole stuck in the ground, all the way up into the ceiling. He stared at it, then turned away and stripped out of his shirt and socks and started to stretch. Victor would be left to his own devices for a while.]

[Most of the rooms Yuri opens are empty, unfurnished or only with a simple bed, put together like it was never once slept in. The library isn't packed, it's more of a study with a cozy looking reading nook in a window seat. There's Victor's upstairs master room, which is furnished and slightly messy, and beside that is the studio. If the house was designed a bit better, the studio would be downstairs, to avoid making thump noises across the floor above. Victor finished up the stew, sets it to slow cook, and can hear the shuffle of feet in the studio.

He gives Yuri a couple hours, but by the third he's overcome. Either restlessness or loneliness or a combination there-of, but he'll go up and open the door to see what Yuri is up to. He brings a couple of water bottles up as an excuse]

[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.]

Yuri!! [He's rushing over to try and right the man, kneeling to the floor fussily. What is he every going to do with this strange, strange Japanese man that he finds so damn intriguing?]

[Thank you for not laughing at him, Victor. His pride is already in tatters.]

Ow...

[He pushes himself up to sit on the floor with his back against the pole, reaching for one of the bottles of water to sip from.]

That looked like it hurt! Do you want some ice? Or a heat pack? [nope, no laughter, that wasn't funny at all]

I'm ok. It's not the first time I've done that. [Yuri's head still hangs though, his hand slowly rubbing across the spot in the hopes of alleviating the ache. He glances up at Victor, then looks away with a soft pout.] Sorry for worrying you.

I should have knocked, maybe? [it's his own house and Yuri hadn't explicitly asked to be left alone, had he?]

Please don't crack your head open, while you're here. [or ever, really]

It's incredibly hard to get an ambulance out here in the snow.

It's your own house, you don't have to knock. And besides, I don't have my insurance information memorized anyway.

[Yuri slowly picked himself up off the floor and headed over to where he'd left his shirt, pulling it back on. He slipped his glasses back on and looked at Victor again.]

[Victor looks back, watching the man dress again. He looks back to the pole, then to Yuri again, curious and rather hungry for conversation]

Where'd you learn to pole dance, Yuri?

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