Took a wrong turn somewhere (or is it right?)

[yokunaru]

[When Yuuri wakes up, he's greeted with a pounding headache, the likes of which he's never had before. Opening his eyes gets him an eyeful of cheerful sunlight that sends him whimpering back under the covers. He tries again a few minutes later, just managing to swing his legs over the side of the bed, wincing the whole time.

He freezes when he finally gets a good look at the room. This is...not his hotel room.

The shock is enough to temporarily push back the discomfort and make him jump to his feet. What happened? Where am I? he wonders, when he comes up empty handed after a quick search of the room for his belongings. One hand running through his hair as his panic steadily rises, Yuuri finally starts toward the door, intent on finding answers.]

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[yokunaru]

I don't even know where to start.

[It feels like everything's been scattered in different directions, and Yuuri has to somehow find a way to collect them all again. It's a lot to take in.

Yuuri frowns down at the floor as he attempts to sort out his thoughts.]

How long do we have before the police get here?

[wauuu]

I'm not sure if it will be minutes or hours, since you being missing isn't an emergency anymore. [the cops probably wouldn't rush to wrap this up, since the missing person case boiled down to "didn't walk of shame back to the hotel fast enough"]

Let me get you my laptop, report fraud on any cards you had in your wallet. They're probably already compromised. Your coach is probably getting a call from the police to let him know you're found.

gdi I laughed

[yokunaru]

Good idea. [It'll give him something to do while they wait, so he doesn't dwell too much on what Victor's just told him.]

I guess that means Mr. Celestino's gone... [Yuuri resists the urge to reach into his pocket for a phone that isn't going to be there. Softly, ] I'll have to tell my family what's going on, too.

[wauuu]

He might be in town still, but you can't leave with him without a passport... [he'll shuffle toward a side table along the wall, his laptop plugged in there. Disconnecting it, he'll slide it and open it up, entering his password before passing it to Yuri's side of the table. He'll joke.]

If you find anything strange in my internet history, pretend you didn't.

[yokunaru]

[His face scrunches up slightly, like he isn't sure what to even think.]

I wasn't going to look! [Then, he pauses, his hands hover over he keyboard. Curiosity makes him say--] ...what would you classify as "strange"?

[wauuu]

That doesn't matter if you aren't going to look, huh? [He'll chuckle, clearly not that honestly bothered by the possibility.]

You're probably starving. Want me to order some food? We can bet if the delivery guy will beat the police here.

[yokunaru]

[...okay, he has a point. Yuuri carefully types out his login information once he has his credit card's website pulled up. He can't resist a soft huff of amusement as his attention's pulled back toward Victor, though.]

What does the winner get? [He adds a second later, ] Um, maybe we can order something you really like. Your favorite food? [He twists the shirt's hem in his fingers as he glances at Victor bashfully.] I don't know too much about Russian cuisine.

[Though Yuuri is trying to make sure Victor isn't going too much out of the way for him, he's also not wasting the opportunity to learn more about Victor. Especially when Victor actually seems to want him around for some reason.]

[wauuu]

[he ends up distracted for the idea of the bet by the suggestion to get authentic local food.]

Pirozhki and some hot Borchtz should be good for a hangover. I'll call some in. [He's on his phone with a smile, though his eyes are idly resting on Yuri the whole while.]

[yokunaru]

Okay. I'll deal with my accounts while you order.

[Yuuri's worrying at his bottom lip as he clicks around the account information displayed on the laptop screen, and it isn't until he's clicked out of it that he begins to feel the weight of Victor's gaze on him. His cheeks redden slightly, but he resolutely fires off a few apologetic emails to his family and friends before he dares to look up.]

What is it? [Yuuri fidgets, feeling a little self conscious.]

[wauuu]

[Victor finishes ordering, blinking in confusion to be met with the question.]

Hm? Pirozhki is a pastry with meat and rice inside. Borscht is a beat soup, very good with some rye bread. They should help settle you stomach.

[yokunaru]

Oh--no, that's not it. [Though it's good to know what he's eating, at least.

He smiles tentatively.] You, uh. You were staring at me.

[wauuu]

[he blinks again, before laughing gently]

Was I? I didn't even notice! I'll try to be more mindful if it disquiets you.

[yokunaru]

I don't really mind. [Yuuri says without thinking, slightly distracted by the email from Phichit that just popped into the inbox. Then, his mind backtracks, and he's suddenly mortified by how forward that was.

He drops his face into his hands again, muffling his next words.] Please pretend I didn't say that.

[wauuu]

[Victor chuckles, Yuri is an odd one, but then again he didn't remember how forward he'd been the night before. The man is much more conservative when sober, that was for certain]

You're teasing me! In my own home! [he feigns dramatic outrage, clearly thinking this is quite funny]

[yokunaru]

[Horror makes him sit up, back ramrod straight.] N-no! I wasn't doing that at all!

[Too busy waving his hands in denial, it takes him a second to catch up. His mouth snaps shut and he sinks back into the chair, wishing he could actually just sink into the floor.]

But you are. Teasing me. I'm going to stop talking now.

[What a great impression he's leaving Victor with here...]

[wauuu]

[there are many impressions Victor is getting, all surprising and fun and unexpected. He laughs the whole while, just wanting to tease more]

You're a lot cuter sober.

[yokunaru]

[That definitely isn't helping the blush fade at all. Yuuri peeks up at Victor, his words striking a chord of curiosity in him.]

So you're... [He clears his throat, appearing to brace himself for whatever Victor's answer might be.] You're not upset that I don't, um. Remember what happened at the banquet?

["Interesting" isn't a word he'd use to describe himself, honestly, and since Victor hadn't seemed to recognize him when he offered a picture together... Yuuri can only assume he'd caught Victor's attention when he was drunk. It wouldn't bother him so much if those pictures hadn't painted him as a completely different person.]

[wauuu]

It's a little frustrating! I had a lot of fun with you, Chris, and the others; a shame you don't share the same. [His tone is acceptance, though there's no thrill. He does spark some enthusiasm to say]

We'll just have to make some new memories together, won't we? [That wink, but it's a bit different, a bit more flirtatious than normal]

[yokunaru]

[His gaze is surprisingly level as he studies Victor now, appreciating the honesty in his reply. Crazy as this day's been so far, Yuuri would be lying if it said he didn't enjoy seeing Victor like this, and getting to know him outside of the interviews and skating videos. He doesn't want that to change yet.]

I'd like that. [They're said softly, but earnestly.]

[wauuu]

Very good! I'd hate for you to think I'm some creep who stole away with you. You're quite persuasive when drunk. Not too persuasive, but quite a bit.

[yokunaru]

I wouldn't have thought that anyway! [He says this with certainty.]

What...did I say when I was drunk? You showed me the pictures, but did something else happen?

[wauuu]

Do you really want to know?

Judging by how you've acted sober, you'll be terribly embarrassed.

[yokunaru]

So there was more. [This time he manages to stifle the preemptive groan of embarrassment. Then, he steels himself.]

I want to know. Even if I am embarrassed.

[He's already forgotten dancing with Viktor. In the end, Yuuri figures that knowing is better than not.]

[wauuu]

You really wanted me to take your virginity.

It was practically a demand.

[yokunaru]

[There's no stopping the whimper that escapes him this time, but he gamely tries to recover anyway. Just ignore his red face.]

Well, I did ask.