( sending selfies with a puppy and a wine bottle and his hand over his heart. he's amazing. he's also staring at the selfie that Yuuri has sent back, sighing wistfully. )
I love that man.
( he informs the mixed poodle pup. she wiggles and huffs, resting her head against his chest and giving in yet again to being carried. Viktor doesn't send back a response this time. He's handling a door and getting himself and an armful of alcohol and puppy up the stairs, clomping upward toward the man he loves. He gives up on knocking and instead gently taps the toe of his shoe against the door. )
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I love that man.
( he informs the mixed poodle pup. she wiggles and huffs, resting her head against his chest and giving in yet again to being carried. Viktor doesn't send back a response this time. He's handling a door and getting himself and an armful of alcohol and puppy up the stairs, clomping upward toward the man he loves. He gives up on knocking and instead gently taps the toe of his shoe against the door. )
Yuuri, Makkachin~!