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A Song Meant For Two

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Makkachin trotted loyally after Yuuri, following him and then sitting down next to his feet, tail wagging happily- clearly, more than one of them was already completely taken with the adorable noirette, and Viktor took significant notice of this. As Yuuri spoke, Vitya finished brushing the tangles out of his hair and then left the mirror to get dressed.

“Ah, Yes- they are quite accommodating to us here. At my first training camp, there was only one bed in each room, so we had to share! Chris was my roommate that year- I believe he is next door to us now- and he is quite...handsy!” Viktor laughed, a light and tinkling sound, and as he relayed his little anecdote, he untied the ribbon of his silk robe and let it drop to the floor.

“Anyway, there is a dining area downstairs, and they make breakfast and dinner. We can go there sometime when we do not feel like cooking, but I was thinking that tonight, maybe, we could go the market and do a little shopping together!” The silverette chose a pair of soft blue panties and slipped into them, then began to rummage around for a nice warm sweater and some leggings.

“What do you say?”

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Less lonely... Yuuri never saw it that way. He had the opposite experience, actually. When he looked at the night sky, he couldn’t help thinking about how small he was, and how if something like soulmates or meant to be existed, how would Yuuri ever find it?

That feeling of being small didn’t go away, when they came upon the market. Yuuri knew it would be big - he had done plenty of research, before moving - but nothing could have prepared him for the reality of it. Yuuri was thankful, that Viktor was holding onto his hand. He was already afraid that they would get separated, and Yuuri would be lost and alone in a new country, where he didn’t speak the native language.

“Huh? Oh, yes, I do. I’ve helped my mom make it plenty of times.” Hopefully they would be able to find what they needed. Yuuri was already overwhelmed. “Pork, breadcrumbs, eggs, green onions and rice... If we could find a stall that sells spices, that would be helpful; I don’t want it to turn out too bland.”

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Vitya’s pale eyes, all aglow, cast a glance Yuuri’s way. He still couldn’t quite get a clear reading on this boy, and he was relatively emotionally astute. He knew Yuuri must be nervous, there was no doubt about that, so perhaps that was causing him to cocoon in upon himself. Being in a country so different from his own must be at least minorly terrifying, but...well, he was not alone. Vitya was right there next to him, to ensure that he would be kept safe and sound.

“Are you close with your mother?” the silverette inquired casually, making sure now to keep the conversation in familiar territory sonas not to make his partner feel uncomfortable or pressured in any way. They approached a meat vendor, but the tent was absolutely bustling. It was even more difficult to keep warm as they stood in line, so Vitya stepped just a little bit closer to Yuuri to share their collective warmth- he wondered if Yuuri noticed.

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🍣- Our muses were set up for a blind date by a mutual friend.

Victor was not looking forward to this date. Usually dates were amazing and he loved going out and meeting new people, but blind dates? There was always way too much pressure and the fact that both parties could easily get the impression that the other was desperate. He’d only done this as a favor to get Phichit off of his back, but he wasn’t close minded.

He had seen pictures of Yuuri via Phichit and he had to admit that the man was attractive. But other than that–he knew nothing. Would they have something to talk about? Would they have awkward and broken conversation? Would it be forced? God he hated blind dates.

He pulled on his coat, grabbed his car keys and headed over to the restaurant he and Yuuri had agreed on. He had told Yuuri that he’d meet him at the restaurant to bypass the awkwardness that would happen if the date were a flop and they had to endure a car ride home together.

One thing he already knew that he liked about Yuuri, other than his looks, was the fact that he didn’t seem to mind that Victor had made the plans. And Victor preferred making plans. He enjoyed trying new places and finding hot spots to become a regular too. So making the plans were not an issue for him. And Yuuri had seemed to be okay with that. Or maybe he had just been too shy to argue–or he just didn’t care…ugh!

He’d picked a local seafood restaurant. Casual and lively, but still private enough for people to talk. He thought it was perfect. Good food, good music and he’d be comfortable. So even if the date was a dud–God he had to stop this! If he went into the date thinking the worst then he’d inevitably make it a self-fulfilling prophecy and ruin something that could be good.

He headed inside and told the hostess that it was for two. She took him to a table and set them up with water. Victor refused to look at the menu before Yuuri arrived, which would be at any minute if he was going to be on time. Victor liked showing up a few minutes earlier than planned, just so he could choose which seat was closer to the bathroom.

He downed his first glass of water, and folded his hands together on his lap, bouncing his leg nervously. This was good–it was going to be good.

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