wauuu This bed is too large

[katsudonprince]

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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[katsudonprince]

[Victor's incredulity is mirrored by his own. At least until he pulls the blankets back up over his head. Leave him here to die, please and thank you.]

Oh my god...

[wauuu]

[Incredulous, sure, but that's quickly overcome by this HOW IMPRESSIVE tone, like he witnessed a magic trick]

Do you even know how to pole dance sober!? It was amazing!

[katsudonprince]

[No matter how impressed Victor might be with him, Yuri isn't coming out from under his blanket. Of course he knew how to pole-dance sober, what kind of question was that? ...not that he'd actually say that. Not after that display.]

Never drinking again,,,

[wauuu]

You really lost a lot, huh?

Good thing we didn't have sex. [he'd been drinking a bit himself and was very, very charmed. He'd had loved to, especially with Yuri's insistence on coming home with him...

Good judgement had easily won out over desire, Yuri clearly hadn't been in any sort of state for consent. Especially after some rather interesting details he (very much over) shared while plastered.....]

[katsudonprince]

[As much as Yuri had been generally loathing of the world and everything in it right that second, as soon as Victor confirms that they didn't even sleep together despite both being drunk, he relaxes slowly into the bed, getting flatter under the blanket.]

I'm sorry. I'm so, so so sososo sorry.

[wauuu]

Nothing to be sorry about! I had an absolute blast!

The banquets are so stuffy and formal, that was the most fun anybody ever had at one.

[katsudonprince]

This is going to be one of those things that people talk about for months after, isn't it...

[He starts to grope around for his phone, only to realize that it was nowhere in sight. He peeks back out at Victor like a sullen turtle.]

Have you seen my phone? Or...or my pants?

[wauuu]

I did take a lot of pictures and I know I wasn't the only one. Sorry. [he does sound a bit sorry, but only a bit. A "nothing to do about that" kind of sorry.]

Your phone broke, you dropped it. I brought your suit into a cleaner this morning, so it's away for a while.

You don't mind wearing some of my clothes in the meantime, do you?

[katsudonprince]

Will- [A pause, a small belch, a roll of the stomach that he breathes deeply to quell before continuing.] Will your clothes even fit me?

[wauuu]

[Victor laughs, like he finds that concern very charming. He's just going to give Yuri some stretchy yoga pants and a sweater, what did those really need to fit for?]

They won't look tailored, but they'll cover you up. Let's see... [he'll spin from the doorway, moving to another door in the room, the closet. He opens and flips the light on, just as overly bright as the bathroom. It looks like a fancy clothing store in there. It's not crowded with clothes, but they're nice and incredibly neat, hanging up with delicate spacing. Victor looking around, idly taking the towel from his waist and rubbing it through his hair to dry it more. This man has no concerns about over exposure....]

[katsudonprince]

[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...

[wauuu]

[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.

[katsudonprince]

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.]

[wauuu]

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?]

[katsudonprince]

[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...

[wauuu]

[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?

[katsudonprince]

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.

[wauuu]

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.

[katsudonprince]

[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.]

[wauuu]

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...

MERRY GIFT HOLIDAY.

[katsudonprince]

[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.]

You too!! TAGS ARE BEST GIFT. OuO

[wauuu]

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]

Happy birthday Victor have a hungover japanese man.

[katsudonprince]

[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.]

it's everything he ever wanted thank you

[wauuu]

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]

[katsudonprince]

[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?