katsudonprince | wauuu This bed is too large

[The offer makes him pause.] I've never done pair skating before, I wouldn't even know where to begin.

It's just to waste some time and stay active, we could treat it like a normal dance, even. Let's see... [he'll start going on about some positioning-- Yuri in the opening pose, the beginning flourish all his, then an entrance from the left from Victor, completing the duet. He muses through possibilities, giving direction and asking for Yuri's input on moves.

Hours melt away, the room staying warm, almost getting too warm for all the exercise they're getting through repetition of movements. Victor shifts between thoughtful and playful, clearing enjoying the pass time together. When they're both tired out, the skeleton of a number thought through, Victor collapses onto his butt with a pleased sigh, chugging down some water he had in the room.]

Phew..! Yuri, I'm tired... [he'll stretch his legs out in front of him, collapsing his front down flat between them. Damn skaters and their flexibility]

[Yuri leans himself up against the bar running along one wall, sipping from his own bottle of water. He feels a little better about his choice in attire for the day now at least, with as warm as the room has gotten. He'd been entirely absorbed in the ideas for the piece, never quite processing in full that he had been at it for hours, that he'd had his hands on Victor, that the two of them worked together weirdly well at least when it came to this.

He bent double with his feet spaced far apart to try and alleviate some of the burning of his muscles, his forearms pressing against the ground. He isn't as flexible as a lot of skaters, but he was bendier than Victor at least.]

Maybe we should figure out supper soon? I'm getting hungry.

Can we just eat ice cream for dinner? Yakov isn't here to tell me not to.... [he sounds like SUCH a kid asking this, grumbling lazily because cooking is lame and he's exhausted and they totally got a lot of exercise it would be fiiiiine]

[Yuri's brow hovers upward at that, and he shakes his head.] Not after that. But we can eat something and then get into the ice cream later.

Hrrrrmmm... [he'll grumble more, before straightening up, pushing his sweaty hair back with a hand, slicking it behind his ear to look at Yuri]

The stew should be done, now that I think about it. [it didn't sound as good as ice cream dinner, but then he's terribly warm all over. Once they open the door and realize the rest of the house had SHOT down in temperature, the stew would sound like a much better option]

[Yuri's skin is immediately rough with goosebumps when a draft from outside registers. He grimaces and nods some at the stew.] Maybe we can eat in the room. It's so cold out there, what the hell happened?

[Of course, as soon as he steps out to peer at the windows it's obvious: they're snowed in. There would be no leaving,and no getting warm again, at least until the snow managed to bury them, which is unlikely.]

Whoa...

[Victor pops his head out behind Yuri, immediately getting a chill]

Wow! Really came down quick... [he'll throw on a hoodie he had stashed in the studio, heading down to follow the trail of little lamps he left on. The generator would power anything the house had on, but it wasn't huge and wouldn't last if they were careless. The stew should still be steaming in the slowcooker, nice and warm and tender.]

[Yuuri ducks down the hall to retrieve a pair of pants for himself, coming back to the kitchen after Victor in sweats and a slightly overlarge sweater that he was honestly tempted to pull his arms into to try and warm his hands. The stew smells great at least, so he ends up sidling over to Victor to peer into the cooker, his stomach quietly growling at the scent.]

This will probably last us a couple of days... [He grins as he looks back at Victor, then turns to retrieve the bowls from the cupboard behind them. He speaks up thoughtfully as he pulls them down.] Maybe we should try and find some candles. It'll reduce some of the power draw on the generator if we don't have to use the lamps to see where we're going.

[Victor will find a ladle for the stew, letting the scent waft out into the open as he takes the lid off. Two full bowls worth hardly makes a dent in how much was made, so that "last a couple of days" comment answers itself. The candles, though...]

I don't have any candles around. That fluffy idiot upstairs ate three of them and almost choked to death. [HE LIKES TO EAT THINGS HE SHOULDN'T.....]

[He makes a face at that, nodding grimly. He knows how that goes after having had a puppy of his own that had a penchant for chewing anything and everything. A terrifying visit to the vet after he'd eaten the stuffing out of a toy had him keeping a lot of stuff up out of Vicchan's reach. A standard poodle would be harder to do that for.]

Lamps then. It's too late to find any now, but the kind of lamps with oil in the bottom that you light a fire in would be good. They'd probably be a lot less edible, too.

[He sticks a spoon full of the stew in his mouth with a content little hum, leaning against the counter with the bowl in hand.]

[Victor nods to Yuri's suggestion before he covers up the stew. After filling their bowls, he's quite to head upstairs again. It's far too cold downstairs to stand and enjoy the stew, no matter how warm it was.]

Bbbrrrr, come back to the studio, Yuuri! It's too cold down here!

[He trails after Victor with his hands wrapped securely around his bowl to keep the heat close.]

Right, right, coming! [He glances through the door of the studio when they get back there, immediately holding up his bowl away from Makkachin when he's promptly investigated for the savory smell.] No, not for doggies. [Not very good at scolding to be honest, but there is an attempt.]

Dooown, Makkachin, you can lick the bowls clean when we're done. [pat pat the dog on the head as he sits on the wood floor, blowing to cool down his stew]

... hmm, our rooms are going to be freezing tonight. Should we move the heater and share a room?

[He settles down on his knees with his bowl in his hand, keeping an eye on Makkachin as he eats. The question draws his attention though, and he considers it silently.]

Share...? Ah- maybe not, I don't want to put you in an uncomfortable position...

I'd be most uncomfortable thinking you're cold, Yuuri.

It's ok, Victor. Really. But, thank you...

[He smiles faintly, returning to his meal, enjoying the warmth. He'd stay full for a while when he was done with it too, he's sure.]

You'll get the heater over night, then! [he can't stand the idea of Yuuri being cold in his house, he's supposed to be a good host!]

I'll take Makkachin, he'll keep me warm. We'll bundle up.

If you're sure...

[Supper is finished in short order, and Yuuri is quick about taking the dishes back to the kitchen, leaving the faucet to drip a little bit once everything is rinsed out. He's just as quick in heading back to the bedroom to figure out where to plug the heater in, grateful that he could sleep relatively close to it that night based on the length of the cord. He heads for the studio again to plunk back down on the floor near the heater, his hands pulled into the sleeves of his sweater.]

You know, I would have thought you'd be more used to this kind of cold. Didn't you grow up in St. Petersburg?

I'm used to it, but I don't like it. [he'll chuckle, going to unplug the heater himself]

Let me get this started in your room, so it's warm when you got to bed. It's already nice in here, it'll stay comfortable at least for a couple hours. [by then they'll be wanting to sneak off to sleep, anyways]

[He hums and stands back up to let Victor take the heater, following behind at a distance. it's nice, he thinks, watching Victor doing normal human things. Like a normal human being. On some level he knows that's just what the guy is, but when you look at someone through layers of hero worship for more than a decade it just makes witnessing it a little more jarring.

When the heater is set up, he kneels to scratch and ruffle Makkachin's face. He gets a lick for his trouble.] Are you sure you wouldn't rather have it in your room? I mean I know you have a bunch of blankets but still.

You're my guest, I want you to be the most comfortable. Besides, I'll have Makkachin to keep me warm, right~? [the last word is to the dog, who gets face ruffles from Victor as well, though he seems far less interested in comparison to Yuuri's SHINY AND NEW affection.]

Thank you. [He murmurs it as he presses his face against Makkachin's fur, using the dog as something of a shield from the ridiculous amount of kindness he's been shown thus far. Why was Victor going out of his way to do this? He barely remembered what had happened the night they'd met, and what he DID remember was a train wreck of legendary proportions. One that he would dwell on forever, he was sure.

When it came time to crawl into bed he was still thinking way too hard about this, his feet poking from under the covers toward the heater. The rest of the house was frigid by now and he could hear the wind blowing more snow right up against the house. He shuddered to think just how much had accumulated out there by now.

It was during this line of thought that he heard the door between his and Victor's room open, and he sighed upon the motion of his bed signalling the arrival of one (1) massive poodle settling down on top of the covers right up against the backs of his knees. Still, he reached a hand down blindly to hold out to Makkachin in acknowledgement of his arrival before he went back to dozing. He's not really considering that Victor has been left alone. Or that the man would follow after his dog to find him.]

[Victor hadn't been incredibly warm with Makkachin to cuddle up with, but it was at least bearable under his blankets. Once the dog scrambled away to Yuri, it wasn't so much. Too cold, too lonely, too betrayed... he throws a blanket over his shoulders and goes to the room one door over, peeking in to the darkness slowly before walking toward the glowing heater]

Makkachin left me to freeze-- I'm sleeping on the floor, Yuuri. [is the man even awake? Should he speak less hushed? Victor flops down onto the floor by the heater, sighing loud and relieved by the warmth]

[As soon as he heard Victor's voice he was awake again. The fluffy traitor in question woofed quietly against the comforter, looking appropriately sheepish when Yuuri sat up and looked from dog to owner. His lips pursed, until he sighed and flopped back down with the blankets over his head.]

Victor, get off the floor.

wauuu This bed is too large

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