It's not. They aren't. Isn't. Haven't. What. Victor. Why. Yuri's brain sprints faster than words and characters can attempt to keep up, still scrolling, up at the pictures, down at the screen shots, with heart-eyes and teasing words he can all but hear Victor's voice saying, and when did he even have the time, it was only.
Yuri nearly jumps out of his skin and away from the bed when Victor's actual voice comes grumbling confusion, stretched over something that is close to sleepy annoyance and Yuri isn't sure he can hear it. His fingers have gone white around the phone, and his head can't stop conclusively exploding second after second after second.
Phichit. Everyone. Everywhere. Everyoneeverywhere. Now. Everyone. Everywhere. With the internet. With a TV.
What was he supposed to to say to his parents now? Minako? Phichit? Everyone.Everyone. Everywhere.
Everyone was going to look at him today. Because of this. Not because of his outfit, or his medal, or how he skates.
"What did-" It just comes crashing out of his mouth. He wants to curl up into a ball. He's not sure he can breathe. He's still feeling his shoulders rise and fall too fast. He thinks his hand may have started shaking in its clutch. Or is that all of him. "Why would you."
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Date: 2017-05-16 01:37 pm (UTC)Yuri nearly jumps out of his skin and away from the bed when Victor's actual voice comes grumbling confusion, stretched over something that is close to sleepy annoyance and Yuri isn't sure he can hear it. His fingers have gone white around the phone, and his head can't stop conclusively exploding second after second after second.
Phichit. Everyone. Everywhere. Everyone everywhere.
Now. Everyone. Everywhere. With the internet. With a TV.
What was he supposed to to say to his parents now?
Minako? Phichit? Everyone. Everyone. Everywhere.
Everyone was going to look at him today. Because of this.
Not because of his outfit, or his medal, or how he skates.
"What did-" It just comes crashing out of his mouth. He wants to curl up into a ball. He's not sure he can breathe. He's still feeling his shoulders rise and fall too fast. He thinks his hand may have started shaking in its clutch. Or is that all of him. "Why would you."