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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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[Victor doesn't get it. HJe's so used to getting what he wants that when he doesn't, it's alarming and he doesn't seem to know how to cope. At least, that's the conclusion that Yuuri's come to, huddled down in the couch while waiting for the house to warm up.

He draws his knees up in front of him with his hands tucked in between this thighs as he looks up at Victor, looking rather tired even at the offer of tea.]

Do we have any ginger left?

[That's pretty spot on, to be real. Victor didn't really have to pursue, he got flocked to. He just wants to Yuuri to like him... the actual him, not a reflection the man saw on TV or in a magazine. Victor hadn't chosen his image, nobody could do that for themselves. There's a dreadful feeling that he's disappointing Yuuri with his real self....]

Yes. I'll make some. Do you like cinnamon? [ginger tea is good with some cinnamon, especially when trying to warm up]

[That was initially why he tried to keep his distance; no matter how much he might have hero-worshiped the man, he couldn't bring himself to just glom on and demand to be acknowledged. He wanted to get to know Victor, and have the man at least appreciate him in turn rather than turning him into some kind of conquest. And the idea that it had happened anyway stung.

He nods at the question of cinnamon in his tea, though he does add] Just a little so it doesn't get really strong, ok?

[Victor definitely likes Yuuri far more than a conquest, otherwise he'd still be pushing it, making more of a game about it. With Yuuri, he's more cautious, willing to pull back and try to meet him where he was, not where Victor wanted him to be.]

Just a little, okay. [he'll busy himself with the task, mixing some cinnamon in with loose leaves. A little honey, too, just enough to sweeten it up, take some of bite and spice out so it wasn't overwhelming.]

[Victor was good at tea, much better than he was, at least. He crawls out of the couch when he could smell it steeping, standing off to one side to wait until he's handed his cup. He thanks Victor quietly and retreats again, perching on the edge of the couch with his cup atop his knees in between sips while it slowly cools.]

[The tea is poured with a fond smile, but he doesn't say anything, just watching Yuuri a moment. The young man was rethinking what happened, wasn't he? Just like the night before, he must have gotten swept up in the moment and done something he found regrettable. Victor does want to, but he knows it's better to leave Yuuri his space when he gets like this.]

I'm going to take a shower, I'll be out to make dinner, after. [He assumed dinner was on him, as he went and made a mess of the routine. The "make yourself at home" has already been said, so he'll just take his cup of tea and go down the hall. He preferred the downstairs shower, in the room Yuuri had slept in the first night. It also meant he was away, but not very far.]

[Yuuri watches him go without saying anything, just giving a nod in confirmation that he'd heard. It isn't terribly surprising when Victor takes up the bathroom adjacent to his room, given that it's a little smaller and nearer by. He finishes his tea in silence while Makkachin meanders about then settles in with a rawhide chew he'd scrounged up from somewhere.

Eventually he stands, moving around the kitchen with a mission in mind.

The entire time the water is running in the bathroom, Yuuri is working, preparing pans, the rice cooker, a few different dishes, an apron tied on over his sweater to keep oil from splattering on it. He has a couple of bandages on his fingers by the time it's finished, but he's satisfied with the result. It smells right, and the sauce had come out nicely the last time he'd tasted it. He left both dishes there on the kitchen counter and fidgeted some as he moved around the living room to take his seat once more, swirling the dregs of his tea uselessly then simply draining off the last of the water and tossing the leaves. The longer Victor takes the more keyed up he gets.]

[Victor might haven taken a longer shower, but there's this smell pervading the room and it draws him out. He's drying his hair quickly and throwing on some fresh yoga pants and a robe. Emerging from his room curiously, he'll poke into the kitchen to see Yuuri swirling his tea, two beautiful dishes laid out.]

Wow, Yuuri! It smells like heaven!

[Yuuri's ears burn a bit when he hears that, picking at his nails some as he nods.]

I wanted to try and...when my mom makes it usually it makes me feel better so...well.

[He gestures back to the dishes, letting Victor have his pick of the two there even though they're basically identical.]

["makes me feel better", huh... was Victor sulking so much? Did Yuuri just want it for himself? More mysteries... He'll sit down and look at the meal, impressed by how attractive it was. Victor grins widely looking between the dish and Yuri]

I can't make anything this beautiful, it's amazing! Thank you!

[Yuuri hands one of the dishes over and sits on the other side of the table with his own helping, putting his hands together briefly in the traditional thanks.]

Katsudon...uh, pork cutlet bowl. It's my mom's recipe. Go ahead.

[Victor will watch Yuuri, following along with the little gesture obediently. He turns on the bowl soon after, taking some of the egg smothered cutlet and rice up with a fork, for his first bite.

His eyes flair wider, before an aburptly loud cry of]

Vkusno!!

[Yuuri is obviously quite taken aback by that. He's pretty sure he's never had someone yell about his cooking before. Maybe his mom's, but certainly not his. Not even when he'd tried cooking in school while he was abroad. His face reddens further and he takes a bite of it himself, smiling faintly. It almost tastes like his mom's, even.]

[Victor is eating it up like it's his first meal in ages, exclaiming between bites]

Just divine! I could eat this every night! Vkusno, vkusno!

Usually I only ever ate it when I'd won at competition, as a reward for doing well. I...I gain weight really easily so I don't get this very often.

[He pushes his fork through the rice and mixes it into the sauce and egg, taking a smaller bite with the admission.]

I could never retire, if I got this every time I won! [oh god oh no, he's going to run out of it or get full he needs to slow down but it's so damn good]

[Yuuri opens his mouth to point out that Victor might end up making himself sick if he keeps eating such heavy food that fast, but the guy's not a dog, even if he does act like it sometimes. He'd figure it out. Hopefully.]

My mom's is even better. I missed it.

I'd love to try it! Am I-- [wait, Yuuri didn't remember, he nearly chokes,]--... sorry, sorry, nevermind.

[Yuuri winces, focusing more on the choking than Victor catching himself in the middle of a thought.] How about you slow down a little, I'm not actually qualified to perform the heimlich maneuver.

We didn't really have lunch, I'm really hungry... and it's so good. [he'll still slow down, savoring what was left of his bowl. This is nice, just this, he doesn't need to push Yuuri. He'll look at the man with a sincere smile]

Thank you, very much. I haven't had a homecooked meal in a long while.

[The smile draws one out of Yuuri as well. He cuts into his egg to get a forkful of everything at once.] I guess you don't really have time to do things like this for yourself. Do you ever come back here during the season just to have time alone? I mean it's been kind of a long time since I've been home too but I still try and take the time. Between classes and everything at least.

This is the longest I've spent here in one go! I have an apartment in St. Petersburg to spend most of the season, when I'm not traveling for competition, of course... [he doesn't take time off, not really. Life and love got neglected in light of his passion for skating.]

Doesn't it get exhausting though? I don't think I ever read anything about you taking a break or doing anything that didn't involve competition... [Nevermind how...fanboy-ish that sounds, having kept up with Victor's exploits like that.]

Yes, it does, but I'm used to it. I know I'll have to slow down one day. Yakov has warned me I'm getting too old to keep this up, isn't that rude?

I don't think age is going to hurt anything so much as getting burnt out probably will. If you run yourself into the ground it won't do you any good. [Spoken from experience. Trust him, Victor, you gotta chill a little.]

wauuu This bed is too large

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