[A soft, strangled sort of noise escapes him at Victor's teasing, and Yuuri shifts his hands until they cover his face completely.] You're awful. [The way his hands muffle the words don't make them sound any more convincing, when he didn't mean them at all to begin with.
Then, slowly, like he can't help but ask out of curiosity--] ...would you really?
[As much as Victor's forwardness embarrasses him, it intrigues him as well. In Japan, especially in a small town like Hasetsu, a statement so bold would've been shocking. And even in America, Yuuri had never really had this kind of attention directed at him.]
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Then, slowly, like he can't help but ask out of curiosity--] ...would you really?
[As much as Victor's forwardness embarrasses him, it intrigues him as well. In Japan, especially in a small town like Hasetsu, a statement so bold would've been shocking. And even in America, Yuuri had never really had this kind of attention directed at him.]