katsudonprince | wauuu This bed is too large

Yeah. It's gross and kind of slimy. I nearly disowned Phichit for making me try it once. [Yuri makes a face as he flips over the first couple of cutlets to cook through evenly. The rice would be done about the same time that it was, so everything would be plated quickly enough. He'll just pretend that he's not childish enough for the thought of 'indirect kisses' to be a thing when Victor eats off the same fork.] Don't eat all of it before supper's done ok?

I won't, honey. [he'll wink at that, pulling himself off the counter to give Yuri some space after the little joke. He sets the salad bowl back down and will grabbing some plates and silverware after. Casual as anything he goes on talking]

Phichit, you said that name a couple of times now. Is he your boyfriend?

[Yuri nearly puffs up at the joke, but with the question he blinks. Oh, this isn't actually the first time he's gotten that question, so it's easier to answer.]

Mm, no, he's a friend. My best friend actually, from when I was still training in Detroit. He's one of the skaters from Thailand. Here.

[He pulls up a video posted on Phichit's instragram feed of his practicing with Celestino a few months back. His expression softens as he watches. Even if it's not romantic, he does adore Phichit, that much is obvious.]

[Victor watches the video with curiosity]

Wow! I've seen him before, he's really stunning. Lots of unique energy. You both have such strong step sequences! Did you get that from each other or your coach?

A little of both, I think. [Yuri's chin props up on his hand as he flips down further in Phichit's feed to find older photos. Several masterful selfies later, there's one that another skater took of the two of them together, just talking. There are more in the same set, stretching and talking and skating, though one in particular is the two of them just hamming it up. What even was that face he was making?]

He's probably the one I have the most fun watching out of anyone. Not even out of bias either, he's just that good and he's really great at recoveries if he slips. He never slows down.

These photos are so good! He's like a selfie master! [HE THOUGHT HE WAS GOOD AT THEM, BUT THIS GUY IS WAY BETTER....]

He got one of those gyroscopically stable camera sticks too so he can take great selfies at literally every angle! He could be an actual photographer if he ever stopped skating.

No kidding! I'd hire him to do my photo shoots. What's his twitter handle? I need to friend him-- [he'll find for his own phone, looking at it before giving a blink at Yuri]

--I need to friend you, too!

I'm not really all that active on mine... [Yuri still hands his phone over so that Victor can copy the handle for Phichit's page. He chooses not to warn his friend that he has an incoming request from Victor; he could see it and have his moment freaking out all on his own. He'd explain how Victor found his way to the page if asked but otherwise? He'd watch it play out. Still, he points out his own handle. It's been under a list of the thousands of people that had subscribed to the RSS feed from Victor's page for literal years. Most of his own page was made up of other people's photos and videos that he was tagged in, and a few hashtags he had whitelisted.]

[Victor will click away on his phone while Yuri finishes the fish, looking over Yuri's profile now that he could access it. Curiousity peaks when he sees the date Yuri started following his account and he double checks it]

Wow! You started following me the very day I joined!

[Great, now Victor is going to think he's weird. Yuri's ears turn pink and he refuses to look back around, just occupying himself with plating the food as soon as the rice cooker had given its little 'ding!' when it was done.]

I've...kind of...been a fan for a long time. I really looked up to you.

I thought drunk you might have been exaggerating! How flattering. [You don't remember all the oversharing you did drunk, Yuri, but he does! It would be mighty remiss of him to think this was odd, Victor was aware he had tons of fans, in the skating world he occupied. Finding out another skater didn't admired him was the more unusual thing.

At least it seems very charming to him.]

[He'll just leave off the part about hat having been the reason he had made the account in the first place, after ages of badgering by his best friend.]

No, no...drunk me knows what he's saying, even if sober me doesn't...

[Sober him is still trying to dredge of more of the night. It had to have been a hell of a ride of Victor was this entertained with him.]

Oh.

Reeaaally. [he puts a few fingers over his mouth, thoughtfully thinking to himself.

You should probably be worried.]

[Oh no. He's done it now, hasn't he?]

Here, enjoy! [He quickly turns around with plates in hand, handing Victor's over then attempting to make a break for it with his own.]

Oh! [he snaps out of it, looking at the plate, setting it down to scoop some salad into a corner, offering a spoonful toward Yuri's plate]

It looks nice. Thank you, Yuri.

[He accepts a little of it, observing it warily. At least it doesn't look nearly as gross as the slimy white mound of what most people considered coleslaw that he was used to.]

You're welcome. There's more fish and rice if you're still hungry after.

[So he calms, and doesn't run too far, just settling himself down at the dinner table. It's not an arrangement he's used to by any stretch, taking his meals either traditionally with his family, or in random places around his apartment when he was still in the States. He keeps his eyes down on his plate, just focusing on the admittedly very nicely cooked fish that he was cutting apart with the side of his fork. He just doesn't feel a need to talk through his meal.]

[Victor will sit down at the table at the closest corner adjacent to him. Unlike Yuri, Victor loved to chat up his company during dinner. He was also hungry, so he'll put that off a moment, trying to salmon first.]

Vkusno! Simple, but very good, Yuri!

[He really shouldn't be surprised when Victor takes the seat closest to him, but he leans a little bit away in bewilderment nonetheless.]

I. Thank you! Mom tried teaching me how to cook when I was younger. Some of it kind of stuck.

The fish is well cooked; flaky but not raw. I always overdo it, but I'm forgetful about timing. I tried to use an egg timer, but then I'd still lose track which part I had the egg timer for!

It's better to keep an eye on it. It's really easy to overcook it if you don't do it a lot. So you can't wander away from the stove and relying on a timer's not really all that good unless you're working with actual eggs.

I really should learn to cook for myself. [he chuckles a little, putting more food in his mouth with a contented smile]

Always put it off. We just get too busy in this profession, I'm sure you know how that goes. [he almost says "being as good as you are", but he won't risk sounding disingenuous]

There are lots of easy recipes online, you could probably find all kinds of stuff you can make easily. [He pulls his fish apart some and takes a larger bite, just trying to focus on finishing his meal for now. If he'd had the option he might have tried to retreat to his room, but he hasn't found one to call his temporary home yet. He'll probably go ahead and do that before much longer.]

That's actually where I know the stew from! It's the first google result for "beef stew", hahaa...

[He can't help but laugh at that.] Maybe you should have googled dessert too.

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