Apparently, he can't keep tea or English in his mouth.
If it softens the white out shame of his last word, it only makes his cheeks flood with embarrassed heat more, as his shoulders slump, eyes finding the tea cup still in his hands. When had he even. He can't look behind himself. He doesn't even remember which part of what was last in English. Was any of it? From the moment Victor had said - said that?
How infantile was he. That he wasn't even saying that word. In his head. Date. Date, date, date. It's an ugly throb, and his heartbeat under it is strangled still.
The part of it tilting a little dizzy at the light, the thought, still pressed under the tar black everywhere else.
He's such an idiot. Such an absolute idiot. And a child. It makes even less sense why Victor would want to. With him. He presses his mouth, aware he can't actually not say anything. Not after whatever convoluted amount of Japanese just came spewing out, and English, if there'd been English in it at all.
"About the rink--" The rink whose name he's now forgotten. It was a color. His breath isn't loud, but it doesn't feel like it's steady or inside of him either. He's picking more careful words after he just threw vocabulary in the air like it wasn't meant to collect into sense even in his own tongue. "You want to go there--" His fingers are tightening, loosening, fidgeting again the cup. One nothing like Yu-topia's, and feels so far from anything home. (Safe.) "--together."
To skate. But not like they did every day. He wanted to skate with Yuri.
Victor wanted to skate with him?
There are not enough levels of preposterousness to the thought.
Untouchable. Apart. Perfect. Trained by yes. Not. Not. Just he was ... just was not.
He feels a little sick at his own over-dramatics. "On a--" But it still doesn't happen on his mouth.
But in his head it does. Victor. Victor is saying it would the place to go on a date. In. In seven days. Because this will still be happening in seven days? When Yuri still isn't sure what all is happening here?
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Date: 2017-04-20 02:25 am (UTC)Apparently, he can't keep tea or English in his mouth.
If it softens the white out shame of his last word, it only makes his cheeks flood with embarrassed heat more, as his shoulders slump, eyes finding the tea cup still in his hands. When had he even. He can't look behind himself. He doesn't even remember which part of what was last in English. Was any of it? From the moment Victor had said - said that?
How infantile was he. That he wasn't even saying that word. In his head. Date.
Date, date, date. It's an ugly throb, and his heartbeat under it is strangled still.
The part of it tilting a little dizzy at the light, the thought, still pressed under the tar black everywhere else.
He's such an idiot. Such an absolute idiot. And a child. It makes even less sense why Victor would want to. With him. He presses his mouth, aware he can't actually not say anything. Not after whatever convoluted amount of Japanese just came spewing out, and English, if there'd been English in it at all.
"About the rink--" The rink whose name he's now forgotten. It was a color. His breath isn't loud, but it doesn't feel like it's steady or inside of him either. He's picking more careful words after he just threw vocabulary in the air like it wasn't meant to collect into sense even in his own tongue. "You want to go there--" His fingers are tightening, loosening, fidgeting again the cup. One nothing like Yu-topia's, and feels so far from anything home. (Safe.) "--together."
To skate. But not like they did every day. He wanted to skate with Yuri.
Victor wanted to skate with him?
There are not enough levels of preposterousness to the thought.
Untouchable. Apart. Perfect. Trained by yes. Not. Not. Just he was ... just was not.
He feels a little sick at his own over-dramatics. "On a--" But it still doesn't happen on his mouth.
But in his head it does. Victor. Victor is saying it would the place to go on a date. In. In seven days.
Because this will still be happening in seven days? When Yuri still isn't sure what all is happening here?