OH I’LL CONSIDER IT and then write it, hell yeah.
There was a moment in Beijing at the hot pot place Yuuri should have given more consideration to in retrospect.
Upon Phichit’s arrival, Yuuri set out to introduce them. “Phichit, this is Victor Nikiforov.”
“Nice to see you again, Phichit,” Victor said with a smile, though not his usual we just met and I’m being nice smile. It was more comfortable, more familiar.
“Same to you, Victor!” Phichit said with a grin. “Makkchin looks great when I see your photos!”
“Oh she’s wonderful,” Victor gushes. “My baby girl.”
“I’m glad, that last video on your story when you left to come here was so sweet,” Phichit adds.
“Ah! Thank you!” Victor beams. “I like your progress on your quads, though if I can suggest when you begin the jumps to—”
This went on for a while, and Yuuri didn’t really get why they knew so much about each other independent of him, but figure skating is a small world, and Phichit had a qualifier with Victor before Sochi. Maybe that was it.
He forgot almost immediately when Ciao Ciao arrived and nearly died thanks to a shellfish allergy, then Victor was naked and Guang Hong looked like he was gonna cry, and well…that’s that.
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The Archery Range 