Maccachin comes to settle in heavy, panting warmth against his hip, and Victor lets his free hand drift down to the poodle's curly fur more out of habit than thought. Maccachin is always comforting -- he expects nothing but to be petted and adored and he loves unconditionally right back. There are times when Victor isn't sure how he would have made it through the pressure cooker of the international skating world without him, and Maccachin's straightforward affection works now as well as it ever does, helping Victor relax, to find his way back to enjoying the clear night, the soft sounds of wave and wind, the warmth of the fire and the delicate flavor of the soup.
Maybe Yurio is feeling something similar because when he speaks again, it's nearly a reply, which is almost as much of a relief as Maccachin's company. Victor's keen to capitalize on it, but he tries to keep his own response easy, Low-pressure is what he's going for tonight: both Yuri and Yurio are more than capable of creating their own high stakes situations and crumbling beneath them. They certainly don't need any help from him on that front. "I don't think I've ever had so much soup in any given day."
Or of such a different kind than he's used to. The thin, clear broths and even the rich ramen broths are nothing like heavy Russian food. There's not a blood-red bowl of borscht to be found anywhere in this town, and the flavors aren't as sharp. It's all good, but it's taking a little while to get used to how the different sorts of food affect his energy levels, how much he needs to eat to stay full, how to fulfill the cravings he gets.
And he likes traveling abroad and doing something completely different than what he's used to. He's not sure Yurio's ever spent this much time outside Russia. "We don't have anything like this at home, do we, Yurio?"
He's not sure it's actually the best move, but whatever Yurio might think about it, they're both a little out of their depth here, and they're each other's only link back to St. Petersburg, and the gulls, and Yakov, and their whole lives before this month arrived. "It's nice to have some new experiences. Especially when they taste this good."
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Maccachin comes to settle in heavy, panting warmth against his hip, and Victor lets his free hand drift down to the poodle's curly fur more out of habit than thought. Maccachin is always comforting -- he expects nothing but to be petted and adored and he loves unconditionally right back. There are times when Victor isn't sure how he would have made it through the pressure cooker of the international skating world without him, and Maccachin's straightforward affection works now as well as it ever does, helping Victor relax, to find his way back to enjoying the clear night, the soft sounds of wave and wind, the warmth of the fire and the delicate flavor of the soup.
Maybe Yurio is feeling something similar because when he speaks again, it's nearly a reply, which is almost as much of a relief as Maccachin's company. Victor's keen to capitalize on it, but he tries to keep his own response easy, Low-pressure is what he's going for tonight: both Yuri and Yurio are more than capable of creating their own high stakes situations and crumbling beneath them. They certainly don't need any help from him on that front. "I don't think I've ever had so much soup in any given day."
Or of such a different kind than he's used to. The thin, clear broths and even the rich ramen broths are nothing like heavy Russian food. There's not a blood-red bowl of borscht to be found anywhere in this town, and the flavors aren't as sharp. It's all good, but it's taking a little while to get used to how the different sorts of food affect his energy levels, how much he needs to eat to stay full, how to fulfill the cravings he gets.
And he likes traveling abroad and doing something completely different than what he's used to. He's not sure Yurio's ever spent this much time outside Russia. "We don't have anything like this at home, do we, Yurio?"
He's not sure it's actually the best move, but whatever Yurio might think about it, they're both a little out of their depth here, and they're each other's only link back to St. Petersburg, and the gulls, and Yakov, and their whole lives before this month arrived. "It's nice to have some new experiences. Especially when they taste this good."