{ Between 1.03-1.04; July } It's The Perfect Day for a Beach Trip!

[theglassheart]

The alarm goes off spine-shatteringly sharp and loud and Yuri's glance out of the blanket at the menacing green numbers is owlish and more than a little annoyed. He had been sure he'd turned that off, while climbing into his bed, after Victor declared they were taking a break today. Victor declared things pretty often, that wasn't anything new, and might or might not have been helped by the fact Yuri rarely (never) argued with these declarations.

At least the never that existed where only his eyebrows went up and there was confused spluttering,
but Victor seemed to take more of those as further encouragement to dole out detail of his declaration.

Today was a day off. Today they were going to rest, or go to beach ... or something?
Victor had been rambling about something. Bouncing on the balls of his feet.
Smiling that too bright, inspiration has struck, time will stand still, smile.

Had it been somewhere else or something new he'd heard of? There'd been more, but yawning, and pulling his blanket up over his shoulder, and ears and almost eyes, all that was left in Yuri's head was that if he didn't have to be up at dawn, at the Ice Palace, he and his sore muscles could go back to sleep instead of paying any attention to the barely rising sun or whatever happened right before he went to sleep.

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[theglassheart]

There's the urge to rub at his eyes still itching the back of his eyelids, but seated and starting to eat, the annoyance in his waking and anything like the panic of Victor in his room, it's all faded. Victor is inhaling food like he's never seen it before, the same as every day before it, and when he starts talking, it's lively. Like always. A half dozen questions to start, like he's been up hours, waiting to ask them. Except he hasn't. This is just how it is.

When Yuri is finishing a bite of food, and it's not even humoring Victor -- it was, there was a point when it was, and now it's just like the plates in front of him, and Wisteria growing only more purple by the day outside his window; constant. Not entirely normal, and not quite a habit, but something like it, too, when he's swallowing his fish as the only pause before answering. Picking one question of the several Victor always throws at once.

"Hamatama has the nicest beach in the Prefecture, and the port is over there. If you wanted to go there--" There's a thought to it, looking up, with the smallest crinkle to his nose and forehead. "I think it's maybe about an hour on the line. A little less in a car. Or a cab."

"But," Yuri picked up his bowl of rice, while thinking of those things that weren't far out of the way. Especially if Maccachin would be coming along, as he so often did. "There are a number of places not far from here." The whole of the city was edged and surrounded by the Karatsu Bay and then Genkai-nada Sea. "Karatsu Bay does have some nice public beaches not far from the Castle, and few others between the Castle and the Planetarium. There are a few resorts out that way, that should have tourists and families on the occasional long weekend from school and work by now, too."

[fivetimechamp]

A trip on the train sounds nice, but between the thought of hauling beach gear onto a train and back, along with Maccachin, and his desire to see the places Yuri loves and grew up in, it's hardly a choice at all. "Why don't we stay around here? That way we don't have to worry about catching trains or bringing too many things."

Not that he needs much. His swim trunks. A towel. Sunscreen. Maccachin. Water.

Yuri.

(Even when he already knows it's going to drive him crazy all day long, even past the usual torture that is Eros, or working knots out of sore, tense muscles, or helping him stretch.)

He waves his chopsticks in an idle circle, and tops off his tea from the pot on the table. "I want to see the places you like best, Yuri."

His never-ending mission, that Yuri still drags his heels on, all reluctance, more often than not, but it takes more than that to dissuade Victor. After so many months of knowing nothing and imagining everything, he can't get enough information, hoards it all the way a dragon hoards gold, as if in some as-yet unknown detail he might find the answers he's looking for.

He probably never will, but that doesn't stop him from wanting them.

[theglassheart]

Yuri is crunching his way through a bite of rice, lotus, and raddish, even while his eyes follow the twirl of Victor's chopsticks., briefly, before returning to his face. He doesn't know how Victor thinks continuing on this crusade to see all the spots of his childhood will help with his skating, but Yuri knows better than to balk at the easiest references and reminders of those things.

Tries not to unless it feels far too personal, like earlier, things not to be shared, or done
(or it's one of the days where everything that isn't skating is more than he can take).

He, also, knows if it's going to be a long day, it's better to keep that option in his pocket for later, instead and in case. After all, what does it really hurt at all to take Victor down to the beach and just have one day off. They'll work on more of everything tomorrow. It might even be nice. The ocean more than bright or dark companion for his runs. "Okay."

It's not much, but there was the beach where he and Yuu-san used to go, while Mari would watch over them.
Then, with a second thought, "We could take food with us? Unless you want to be back here by lunch?"

[fivetimechamp]

"No."

He doesn't want to be back here by lunch. He doesn't want to go into this day already planning to cut it short, to lose any of the precious hours he's managing to glean here. And it's not only that he selfishly wants this time with Yuri: Yuri needs this break. He's been training to exhaustion almost every day, continually pushing past the point where Victor is nothing more than a limp rag slouched against the rink wall. His stamina, always impressive, has improved even further, but that concerns Victor, too. It's too easy to overtrain and burn out. Even if Yuri has the energy for it, his body still needs time to recuperate and rest, or he'll wind up injuring himself, blowing out a knee or tweaking his back or shoulder. Yuri's never had a major injury that would push him out of competition, and Victor means to keep it that way.

What kind of a coach would he be, if he didn't force his skater to take a break every now and again in order to come back the next day and work harder than ever? "Let's take a picnic lunch with us!"

Or at least some onigiri and a few bottles of water. He really doesn't care what they do for meals, as long as lunch isn't an opportunity for Yuri to run away to the rink for a few secretive laps around the ice.

Besides, Maccachin would like that. And who doesn't love picnics?

[theglassheart]

The answer isn't anything more than expected, and Yuri nods.

Then scoops another bite of fish, and, then, rice and vegetables into his mouth, crunching them down while thinking about details. Letting the little pieces falling into place in his head continue helping him wake up more and more, without a shower or a run. Sunscreen, and maybe even sandals depending. His wallet for wherever Victor will inevitably drag him off, too.

It really is that inevitable.

Whether it's going to be the closest businesses or
another building that catches his attention in the distance.

He's at least mostly sure. Yuri picked up his tea cup to sip at the cooled tea.

"If you want to get some of the larger towels from the onsen, after we're finished, I can see what we have in the kitchen that could be packed up already." Or he could see what could be constructed quickly enough into one of any of the many bentos. That wasn't too hard at all. It'd be easier than setting Victor loose in a kitchen full of things he didn't know where all to find, and Victor knew just fine where to find the towels.

[fivetimechamp]

Yuri doesn't argue, which is heartening, only continues to eat his breakfast with a thoughtful expression. Not that long ago, he probably would have spent the larger part of their breakfast looking more than a little like Victor has pulled the rug out from under his feet and he can't quite manage to regain his balance, but things have changed. Ever since that talk on the beach, Yuri's grown more and more comfortable and relaxed with him. It's wonderful.

(And terrible.)

(But mostly wonderful.)

"Okay!"

He hasn't ever mastered the art of appearing less enthusiastic than he actually is. Of all the lessons Yakov imparted on him, the ability to remain stone-faced has never been one he'd absorbed, or even wanted. The idea of spending a day at the beach with Yuri is just too perfect to be anything less than thrilled about. Even the prospect of hauling along their gear -- towels, food, water, and all the rest -- feels warmly domestic and appealing.

When was the last time he had a picnic on the beach with anyone?

He'd sat down before Yuri and has always been a fast eater, so he's nearly finished, now, only tips the rest of his tea down his throat and takes a few final bites. "What else should we bring?"

[theglassheart]

"I suppose that depends," Yuri says after finishing another bite of his rice and vegetables. "On how long you want to be down there. We might still have beach chairs or an umbrella, too. In storage."

But Yuri's not entirely enthused about the idea of carrying them back and forth, and he's not positive he believes Victor will stay still on the beach for long enough that Yuri won't end up worrying the chairs are going to go missing in that event Victor drags him off to see something. Even if half the time it's encased in dragging Yuri somewhere that Yuri has to take him, wherever it is, and explain what it is, and answer a hundred questions on top of that.

"We used to have them and floats, a ball or two, back before I moved to America." He's relatively certain there's nothing more embarrassing there, for any time when he and Mari were younger. Though it does leave him paused, trying to remember when the last time he'd gone with his family might have been. The year he left? Or was it even further back, since those years he'd been in Juniors gearing for Seniors. For America.