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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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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.

[there's no other place to go, so Yuuri must mean the bed. Victor pops his head up over the edge, peaking eyes only to Yuuri]

........ really?

[He rolls his eyes and turns over, giving Victor more room.] Yes, really. Unless you would rather take Makkachin back into your room with you.

[Makkachin definitely wouldn't put up with that, he'd just sit and scratch at the door whimpering. Wordless, Victor abandons his own blanket to slide under Yuuri's. He can't help but slide in close where it was warmest. The young man just get a fond look in the dark.]

Goodnight, Yuuri.

[It's a little less comfortable now that he'd scooted over into a cooler spot on the bed while his legs were still bent a little funny around the dog, but it could be worse. Victor could be freezing, or on the floor. That was definitely worse.]

Mmnight.

[He'll go back to sleep without another thought on it. It's been a sort of productive day, after all, and this was honestly the most optimal situation, keeping the warmth confined to one space. Whether he would still think so when he woke up in the morning...well. That's up for debate.]

[The warm, pleasant dark lulls Victor to sleep soon enough as well. He had been hiding the whole of his body under the covers in his room, so he's glad for the warmer room where his ears won't freeze if left out from the comforter. Victor wants to reach out and cuddle around Yuuri, but he doubts that would be appreciated. Instead he'll wrap himself around a pillow, snuggling it as he dozes off.

He'll be sleeping in passed Yuuri, having gotten no sleep prior to joining him. He remains grasping the pillow, though one of his hands rests gently outstretched, fingers just barely pressed against the side of Yuuri's shoulder when the younger man wakes. Victor, clearly some kind of mythical beast, somehow looks flawless even in his sleep]

[Yuuri sits up and paws the sleep out of his eyes, then rubs his hand up over his shoulder where there's still a little bit of lingering warmth from Victor's hand.

He's never seen Victor like this before. He'd never even imagined getting the opportunity. He reaches out gingerly with the notion to tuck some of the man's hair back behind his ear, but he stops himself. Dumb. He's being dumb. He can't just do things like that after trying as hard as he has not to let himself get swept up in the weirdly whimsical way Victor seems to live. Propriety is the key here.

So Yuuri eases out of bed then carefully pulls the blankets back up over Victor, leaving him there with the dog to still keep him company. He wanted to go and try to find coffee to get it started before the man woke up.]

[Victor will stay slumbering for a good amount of time, only stirring when Yuuri brings fresh coffee back into the room. The smell will wake him, groaning and sitting up with a lazy blink, hair tussled in cute disarray. He'll stretch his arms up, yawning loudly. At least he was wearing a baggy sweatshirt for warmth instead of his usually state of near nudity. He smiles sleepy and sweetly to his companion, as if glad to see him still around]

Morning, Yuuri.

[The mug he'd made for Victor is sitting on the side table, while Yuuri himself has retreated to the floor at the side of the heater, thumbing his phone with a soft frown until he hears Victor moving. He looks up and puts the phone back down in his lap.]

Good morning. Sorry I didn't wake you up sooner.

Don't worry, I like to sleep in. Coffee still warm? [he'll reach for the second mug, breathing it in with a satisfied noise. He sits up and curls around the coffee in his cupped hands.]

Sorry I intruded, it was too cold!

It's ok. I'm just glad you stayed warm one way or another.

[He picks himself up off the floor, holding his own emptied mug by the handle as he settled down on the foot of the bed with his legs pulled up to cross in front of him.] There's more if you want it, still in the pot so it stays hot.

[he'll sip his coffee with a hum, nodding in acknowledgement of there being more if he wanted]

I hope I didn't grab at you in my sleep. I'm used to being cuddly with Makkachin.

[He blinks, then shakes his head.]

N-No. You had hold of one of the pillows

[Not that he really could say he'd move away if Victor had tried to snuggle up to him. Startled, squirmed, yeah, but he wouldn't have tried to escape.]

Sorry if I wasn't all that comfortable to sleep beside, I'm not use to actually sharing a bed with other people. Makkachin gets away with it mostly because he's a dog.

You were perfectly comfortable, I slept like a rock. If you kicked me or anything, I didn't notice. [he chuckles, sipping his coffee. He's shared beds with people who tossed and turned, Yuuri was a rather peaceful sleeper compared to all that]

I don't kick... [It's all he can really think to say. He picks himself back up off the bed to go and refill his coffee cup, bracing for the frigid temperature of the rest of the house again.

When he comes back, he turns off the heater to move it back into the studio. He wants to stay active, and he has a little extra nervous energy this morning. Waking up next to Victor is just the sort of thing that he's not entirely sure he can handle as he is.

Especially when he tries not to consider the fact that, just for a moment, his feelings about the man had waxed more than platonic.]

Hey, I'm setting this back up in the other room ok?

No problem! This room will stay warm a few hours, at least. You want time alone in there? [he can occupy himself, if Yuuri wanted space. After invading the room for sleep, it's probably the least he can offer]

[He shrugs, looking a little bashful. On the one hand he could use time to himself when he hasn't really felt like he's had any since he got here, even with Victor making a concerted effort to be as accommodating as possible. On the other, he actually had started to enjoy the man's company, now that he was learning to relax a little on that Good Host thing. That would only really work for so long before Yuuri gets tired of it. It clearly wasn't a normal thing for Victor when he'd started it.]

Um...Maybe you could try and start on breakfast? Since I made coffee and we can both wake up a little more.

That sounds good, let me bundle up more. [he'll swallow down his coffee and get out of bed. He goes down and makes some quick, decent omelettes on the stove top, bringing them up to the warm studio to eat. Makkachin gets one for himself, because Victor is a loser about spoiling his pup. He sits back and finishes another cup of coffee, simply watching Yuuri.]

Do you want to work on that duette more today?

[Yuuri has been lingering out of the way as he sips on his own coffee, just thumbing through his phone, answering messages and assuring people that he's fine. Better than fine, actually, in spite of the weirdness. He looks up at Victor and accepts his breakfast, smiling faintly at the steaming eggs. The question makes him pause though.]

The...oh, Stay Close To Me? Uh. [It's a good way to stay active and engaged at least, so why not?] Sure. If you want to.

[Victor eats his omelette pretty quickly, setting it down for Makkachin to lick the plate greedily. One more sip of coffee and he's beginning his stretches. Some yoga and ballet was good in the morning, shake out the stiffness of sleep.]

I'm having fun with it! I haven't toyed with a couples piece before.

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