[Despite the thrum of worry that's been under his skin since this morning, Yuuri finds himself studying the busy market with wide, curious eyes. He hadn't been kidding when he said he and Celestino had barely gotten out of the hotel to sight see, and now he's getting a taste of Russia in a rather unconventional way.
There's a flush of color on Yuuri's cheeks, one that's been there since Victor first took his hand. It hasn't had a chance to abate at all, returning in full force every time Yuuri sneaks a look at their joined hands.]
Is that rice over there? [Yuuri forces himself to concentrate on the task at hand, clutching his basket closer.]
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There's a flush of color on Yuuri's cheeks, one that's been there since Victor first took his hand. It hasn't had a chance to abate at all, returning in full force every time Yuuri sneaks a look at their joined hands.]
Is that rice over there? [Yuuri forces himself to concentrate on the task at hand, clutching his basket closer.]