[The absent of any retorts from Viktor--no pouts, whines of his name, or huffs--seems to affirm that he had taken his suggestion to heart. Which is relieving...but lonely. Yuuri finds that he already misses Viktor's voice, no matter how silly he was being. It makes him more resolved than ever to make this trip quick. At least finding one rice tub shouldn't be hard in a inn. Though finding an unused one...
Again, that would bridge would be crossed when they got there. The kitchen isn't too far from the stairs, so at least their journey wouldn't be long. His single-minded focus lets his mind cloud over, sensations taking a back seat to his goal.
But his skin was oversensitive and his mind a traitor--there's no way he could miss the telltale dip of a heart being traced against the back of his hand, a tingling running up his arm and jolting him back to the present.
If Viktor's goal was a reaction, then he certainly would get one. Yuuri's free hand finds a home once again clamped against his lips--a groan dangerously teetering on the edge of a whine being muffled by flesh and flowers. Did Viktor know what he was doing to him? Was he teasing him for trying to be responsible? How could he keep finding new ways to be adorable and make him fall all over again?
Yuuri wasn't going to fold now--he chews back the honey-sweet blooms in his mouth (with a small pang of remorse) and looks back at Viktor. Tries his best to look properly afflicted, but his red face and stuttering pout gives him away. A gentle rubbing of his thumb against the back of Viktor's hand reassures that his message was heard, but there were more important things to focus on. Like cleaning! Cleaning! The thing they had to prepare to do so they could talk properly once more!
He doesn't dare trust his voice now, and he hardly dares to keep staring at Viktor lest the man wants to do something else to try his resolve. It was time to get what they came here for, and Yuuri's gaze is honed in on the cabinet underneath the sink--which seems like a better place than anything to keep something for washing rice. His steps are long and purposeful as he nearly drags Viktor across the room, flinging open the cabinet door with unnecessary force. And--lo and behold, his hunch is correct. There is a single tub left inside, dark and water-stained with age. Perfect. Something like that wouldn't be missed by his parents.
Yuuri picks it up and gives it a quick inspection to make sure it was clean and dry. After it's been cleared he promptly puts it over Viktor's head, tub deep enough to draw down pass his nose.]
Hold that.
[A honeysuckle of affection that had escaped his chewing drifts from his lips as he speaks--but Yuuri hopes that Viktor can't see it from under the tub. Without waiting for Viktor to hold on, he starts pulling him back to the stairs (and away from the evidence of his temporary weakness).]
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Again, that would bridge would be crossed when they got there. The kitchen isn't too far from the stairs, so at least their journey wouldn't be long. His single-minded focus lets his mind cloud over, sensations taking a back seat to his goal.
But his skin was oversensitive and his mind a traitor--there's no way he could miss the telltale dip of a heart being traced against the back of his hand, a tingling running up his arm and jolting him back to the present.
If Viktor's goal was a reaction, then he certainly would get one. Yuuri's free hand finds a home once again clamped against his lips--a groan dangerously teetering on the edge of a whine being muffled by flesh and flowers. Did Viktor know what he was doing to him? Was he teasing him for trying to be responsible? How could he keep finding new ways to be adorable and make him fall all over again?
Yuuri wasn't going to fold now--he chews back the honey-sweet blooms in his mouth (with a small pang of remorse) and looks back at Viktor. Tries his best to look properly afflicted, but his red face and stuttering pout gives him away. A gentle rubbing of his thumb against the back of Viktor's hand reassures that his message was heard, but there were more important things to focus on. Like cleaning! Cleaning! The thing they had to prepare to do so they could talk properly once more!
He doesn't dare trust his voice now, and he hardly dares to keep staring at Viktor lest the man wants to do something else to try his resolve. It was time to get what they came here for, and Yuuri's gaze is honed in on the cabinet underneath the sink--which seems like a better place than anything to keep something for washing rice. His steps are long and purposeful as he nearly drags Viktor across the room, flinging open the cabinet door with unnecessary force. And--lo and behold, his hunch is correct. There is a single tub left inside, dark and water-stained with age. Perfect. Something like that wouldn't be missed by his parents.
Yuuri picks it up and gives it a quick inspection to make sure it was clean and dry. After it's been cleared he promptly puts it over Viktor's head, tub deep enough to draw down pass his nose.]
Hold that.
[A honeysuckle of affection that had escaped his chewing drifts from his lips as he speaks--but Yuuri hopes that Viktor can't see it from under the tub. Without waiting for Viktor to hold on, he starts pulling him back to the stairs (and away from the evidence of his temporary weakness).]