katsudonprince | wauuu This bed is too large

[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.]

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...

[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.]

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]

[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.]

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]

[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?

You need the vitamin C. Let me heat some up. [he's looking around for a proper pot, putting it on the stove before grabbing a can of soup from his mostly bare cabinets. There were canned foods and dishes, but nothing much else. It was clear the place wasn't stocked for someone to live more than few days. He grabs a frying pan after he's got the soup on the stove, setting it down before grabbing a carton of eggs from the fridge. Soup, eggs, toast, and tea-- a perfect recovery breakfast.

He looks over his shoulder to Yuri]

How do you like your eggs?

[He's making him breakfast. Victor Nikiforov is making him breakfast. He's surely died, or gone into a coma, or entered the Twilight Zone. It takes a second for Yuri to respond, focused as he is on the man before him.]

Uh. Soft. Over-easy.

Got it, I make decent eggs, promise. [Victor will crack a couple onto the pan, beginning to cook them. It's a rather serene scene, like Yuri was meant to be here and this was all perfectly normal happenings]

I'll take your word for it...

[Yuuri's head lifts enough to put his arms underneath it, eyes glazing over some as he thought just that. It's just so normal. Victor is being really weirdly normal. He doesn't understand, but on the other hand he can't argue against it. He wants breakfast. He wants to go take a shower. He really wants to know what happened in between those little snatches of the night he can almost remember. But then he also doesn't. Who could live through that kind of shame?]

[Victor just goes about the food prep, eventually taking the boiled water off the stove to pour for tea. Soon he's got a cute plate arranged with eggs and some bread, a little cup of tomato soup with croutons in it, and a cup of tea he squeezes a lemon wedges and some honey into. Victor just looks pleased with himself]

Enjoy!

Itadakimasu...

[Yuri stared at it all when it was put down in front of him, his hands momentarily frozen in front of him in his thanks. His mind is numb yelling by now, but his stomach has slid from abject horror at the idea of anything that isn't simple toast to demanding that he inhale everything in front of him. So he compromises and breaks the yolk of his egg to dip the corner of his toast in, nibbling at it as he stares from the corner of his eye over at Victor.]

You should probably eat something too. [He tucked his bite into his cheek, making himself look a bit like a chipmunk.]

A guest should always be served first! [He grins, glad Yuri seemed to have his appetite returned upon seeing the food before him. Victor will turn and pour the remaining soup out for himself, breaking some bread to soak in it. His own tea gets poured, stirring it with a tiny spoon before licking the honey off it.]

I'm glad you're not shy! You won't even start to feel better without food.

[Victor wasn't aware yet of how big his appetite could be. Maybe that was a blessing in this instance. Yuri nearly drops his toast looking at the way Victor's tongue runs over his spoon, and he ends up overcompensating when he tries to correct his grip and ends up crushing part of the bread. He tries to cover it, tearing up the rest of the bread and mixing it into his egg yolk, then shoveling the whole thing into his mouth. He sipped at his tea as well, both hands curled around the cup.]

Yeah, the sooner I can start feeling more human, the sooner I can get out of your hair here.

Going to run away from me so soon? [Is he teasing? Hard to say]

I- Yes? Uh! No! Not running away, I-

[am a train wreck. And he wants to go home. And he wants his phone, his lifeline.

He wants his mom. And the Inn's number is one that he does remember.]

Victor, do you think I could use your phone later? It's kind of important.

[Victor chuckles slightly at the reaction, but it not something he'll push like he meant it. He'd honestly like if Yuri would stick around a little, the man piqued his interest at the banquet, rather magnificently so. Still, he wouldn't be a creep and act in any way like Yuri owed him something. If Yuri didn't want to humor Victor's interest, he'd let it be. He sets his tea down at the mention of a phone]

Of course, let me get it for you. [it's not far off, he grabs it from the counter beside the stove and unlocks it, handing over to Yuri.]

[Yuri's voice is small when he thanks Victor for the phone, and when he excuses himself from the table, he takes the little bowl of soup with him, sipping on it as he listens to the tone on the other end of the line. It's late in the evening at home, hopefully he wouldn't wake one of them up.

His expression crumples when it's picked up, and he sinks don onto the floor on his knees as he talks quietly, explaining that he'd be delayed in traveling again. It was a long story, he'd get it all sorted out, he'd see them soon. He folded the phone between his hands and let it rest against his knees, eyes squeezed shut against the onslaught of tears.; the last thing Victor needs to see is how quickly he falls apart at times.

He looks back at Victor still at the table with a small, slightly uncomfortable smile.]

Thanks. They're....they're looking forward to when I'll be able to come home.

[He picks himself up and heads back to the table to return the phone, finishing his soup as he goes. He feels better at least physically when he's finished his food. The plate, mug, bowl and silverware all go into the sink, where he immediately starts to wash them.]

Do you want me to call the hotel you were staying in? I'll have an easier time talking to them in Russian. I can try and get a hold of your coach from there. [Victor's eye perks at the dishwashing, but he won't protest. It's a polite gesture, Victor usually wouldn't let a guest do anything of the sort, but Yuri looked like he wanted to be busy. Victor could understand the impulse.]

[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...

wauuu This bed is too large

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MERRY GIFT HOLIDAY.

You too!! TAGS ARE BEST GIFT. OuO

Happy birthday Victor have a hungover japanese man.

it's everything he ever wanted thank you

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