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Yuuri's dozing at the kotatsu when his cellphone chimes with a notification—it's one of his occasional rest days, and even though he knows he shouldn't sleep so soon after lunch, he let himself fall asleep anyway. It's been cold outside, but the interiors of Yu-topia are warm and inviting, everything forming a cascade of events ultimately leading to an impromptu nap. Part of him is guiltily grateful for the interruption, once the haze in his mind clears. He touches his forehead, vaguely amused by the wood texture that's formed slight indentations in his skin. Right, this is bad for my back, he muses, pawing to the side for his phone.
Of course, as soon as he has it, Yuuri just lets himself fall back onto the floor cushions, burrowing under the kotatsu blankets so that just his head, hands, and phone are visible.
"Oh, looks like Guanghong got the present..."
International shipping is always a bit of a hassle, and inwardly, he's glad he timed it in advance to make sure the package would arrive on the right day. Guanghong's selfie looks adorable in spite of the blurriness. It would be nice if he smiled more like this, looking happy and unhaunted by self-consciousness. For a moment Yuuri contemplates sending a reply selfie, except... Well, his hair is frazzled and a mess, his face probably still has weird indents on it from him sleeping with his head down on the table, and his current position is totally not conducive for optimal selfie-taking. Phichit would be ashamed of him if he even tried right now.
The wiser option, of course, is just to reply as he normally would.
[txt] ; no problem, i'm glad you like it!
[txt] ; haha, i was watching reruns of competitions when i got the idea for a teddy bear...
[txt] ; i know you get a lot from fans, but i don't think i saw any on the ice or in the kiss and cry with you after your performances that looked quite like this one, in this particular color
[txt] ; it was really soft, so
[txt] ; we couldn't resist... 💦💦