( the brewing love one )

[vagrancing]

how do you take your coffee? with an extra shot through the heart?

( the lovers are dating; the waitress is waiting )

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[idolices]

( the point isn't his weight, of course, or Victor's lifting capabilities. Victor clearly keeps himself in good shape; Yuri has noticed. it isn't even that Yuri's particularly ashamed of his figure. in full and complex reality the issue is that Yuri keeps himself to himself, a privacy hoarded almost jealously against the invasiveness of the world, only handing out prices of his existence as fair trade for consideration and trust. as much as Yuri likes and admires Victor they've got a long way to go before he's comfortable with that level of casual intimacy, or with having this conversation.

he hunches his shoulders under the dampened fabric of his shirt and shrugs shortly instead, dismissing the whole thing, tugging at his hem until it settles a little less clinging. avoidance is one of Yuri's talents.

off-balance now he barely notices the reddening at Victor's hip and doesn't comment on it at all. Yuri slogs toward shore, feeling awkward and bumbling one as that have nothing to do with his physicality. only the thought that he'll have to see Victor at work after this keeps him from giving up completely, forcing him to make an effort to be a Real Human. ten minutes ago it had come naturally. why can't he be like that all the time?

well: Yuri knows why. )

If I'm feeding anyone in the car it'll be Makkachin, ( he sniffs. the easygoing teasing Yuri had managed before is slightly forced now, though his soft huff of amusement as Makkachin runs up to press her wet muzzle against his hand is genuine enough. ) Besides, what if I get crumbs all over your interior?

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( Victor juggles his camera and shirt, considering for a moment the amount of sun he's getting like this and giving his own thoughts on what's probably comfortable for Yuri. he doesn't know the extent of any of it; can't, really, but he can take steps to make himself... less intrusive. he carefully unwraps his camera, setting it on his shoes with a whistle and hand motion for Makkachin to sit and stay: she does, quite happy to comply when she's at Yuri's side.

Victor's efficient in pulling his shirt on, tugging it properly down and collecting his camera with a smooth scooping movement that has it up and around his neck with one hand supporting it out of practiced habit. his shoes end up in the other hand; he calls out to Makkachin in Russian, again, setting her free. tosses back the explanation as he turns to face Yuri, walking himself backward: )

Vperyod! Forward, if we're literal, but I use it more like free. Makkachin is "free" to act as she likes afterward.

( in this case, it's to butt up against Yuri then trot toward Victor, licking in his general direction before heading purposefully for the dunes again. Victor shakes his head; half turning to follow. )

There is this very fascinating discovery that I have made, which makes me very happy, as a dog owner and also someone who tracks too much of the outdoors into my car with me. I will let you in on this secret... it is... ( he cups a hand around his mouth to stage whisper from a step ahead, pausing as he does: ) ... a car wash vacuum hose! ( back to normal volume: ) I'll be honest, I didn't know they existed until about two years ago, but it saves me from trying to figure out how to use my vacuum cleaner down in the garage!

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I'm not even going to attempt that one, ( Yuri decides with mild horror. what does Russia have against vowels? are they rationed there or something?

(it could be worse, he supposes: Victor could be Welsh.)

at least it's easier to breathe now that Victor isn't being shamelessly, thoughtlessly sexy in his direction. Yuri tries not to be too disappointed. he even manages the barest slip of a genuine smile at Victor's hammy antics, absently smoothing salt and sand from where it's itching his neck. Victor isn't making a fuss over Yuri's peculiar idiosyncrasies, is adapting smoothly around them: Yuri is grateful for that, even if he isn't sure that he's quite ready to forgive him for the breach of personal space.

Victor is trying, and that makes Yuri feel less foolish for trying in turn. even such a small kind of confidence is unfamiliar and heartening. he squints thoughtfully up at the sky and tries to find a contribution to offer that's slightly more than just going through the motions; if Victor hasn't given up on his company yet, Yuri doesn't want to actively keep pushing him away.

after a moment's further consideration he suggests, ) You need a roomba or something. Do they make them yet where they can do vertical surfaces and stuff? Solar-powered, maybe? You could just strap it to the roof to charge it, then.

( it's ridiculous, and it's something in the nature of a gentle test, but Yuri lets some of his amusement peep through as he looks back to Victor. )

Maybe you could even program it to carry all that lighting equipment for you.

[genice]

Nu-uh.

( he says, lifting his arms and waving off the idea, mock horrified even as his hand returns to his camera and cradles it just off his chest again, shoes that had swung in his hands coming back down with his hand to dangle at his side as he walks. )

I've seen how the movies go. That roomba would be part of the robot revolution. Down with lighting! Portrait photography is overrated! Just take candids! Make them look natural!

( Victor laughs, turning back around to face forward. )

What about a mini-roomba for the car? One that could even fit under the seats?

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And you think a mini one would be safer? ( Yuri shakes his head, clicking his tongue. ) If you're worried about the robot revolution don't go for the stealth model, obviously.

( this is Cyberpunk Dystopia Survival 101 stuff, Victor. get with the programme.

trekking back up the dunes isn't nearly as much fun as skidding down them had been but the one benefit of Yuri's soaked clothes is that they keep him cool. with a wry, self-conscious kind of amusement he recognises a new ache all along the backs of his legs, evidence of this unaccustomed type of exertion; it's been years since he's played at the beach like this. gulls call each other overhead. Yuri didn't realise how much he'd missed the sound.

he pauses at the top, looking back over his shoulder across the water like he can see past the distant horizon. somewhere there is Yuri's home, with its own sand and sea and doleful gulls, with its familiar faces and corners and comforts. Yuri looks toward it until the wind catches his hair. he shakes himself a little, turning to follow Makkachin's frolicking lead down the path they'd carved out of wildflowers earlier, giving Victor a quick and slightly bashful smile. homesickness isn't a frequent feeling any more; it can be morbidly interesting, finding what brings it out.

it makes him want to stick closer to Victor's company, but there's a distance there Yuri had proscribed himself. that he keeps it now is an attempt at self-preservation. )

Our timing was good, ( he notes. ) The wind's starting to pick up now.

[genice]

Not safer. Definitely cuter.

( if he's going to be taken down in a robot revolution, at least let the robot involved be adorable? clearly that makes everything better. or else he finds Wall-E, which sounds also like a sweet solution.

he's been gone from St. Petersburg for what feels like over half a lifetime; his own nostalgia has simmered into moments like those down on the shore, or in deep winter, or in the taste of food from one of the few Russian cuisine restaurants he deemed acceptable. in a way, he's almost too disconnected. all the people he's fond of back in St. Petersburg only hear from him in calls and postcards of his photography; but he's never wondered if he should do more. still doesn't, as he walks up the dunes. even being so deeply fascinated by another human being is new when he's always been more shallow, enjoying good times and good company without wanting, needing for it to be more.

the wind rolls in as the tides to, carding through his hair, sending his tripod in the distance teetering. while he starts to return Yuri's quick, bashful smile, almost immediately he instead swears under his breath, shaking his head and laughing in turn when he calls out his apology: )

Something like that! One second, gotta run -- ( and in the next breath is racing ahead of a startled Makkachin, arms tucked close, shoes bouncing wildly at his side, camera held snug against his chest. Victor makes it back to the cooler and the tripod in time to catch it as the wind pulls on its carrying case, likewise dancing sideways and bending to snatch up a reflector zipped into its carrying satchel. he should be more worried about his supplies being here still when he wasn't watching them, but it hadn't been his first concern today.

Makkachin barrels along after him, enjoying this new game, but panting heavily once she catches up. he's ferreting out water to pour into her collapsible dish, encouraging her to drink her fill as he crouches on the ground, tripod folded and leaning against his thigh. )

Thirsty?

( he glances up at Yuri after he asks, clarifying that he's not asking his dog, once the other man catches up with the two of them and their own harebrained mad-cap rush through the flowers. Victor's still without shoes; there are green stains and something more colourful across his feet, just as evident as the dirt. )

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( that's a fair enough point that Yuri can't really help but concede, shrugging amiably. he's both amused and concerned at Victor's new turn of speed, hoping that his equipment doesn't take any damage but not hurrying himself. Victor doesn't need his help; Yuri will only seem foolish dashing over for nothing, and he can look quite foolish enough all by himself. he takes his time ambling along and Victor has everything well in hand when he arrives. )

Oh; yes, thanks. ( Yuri finds their glasses from earlier and lines them up for Victor to fill. ) Everything safe?

[genice]

( he tips water into the glasses as Yuri holds them, shaking his head as he breathes out in a huff of amusement. )

Seems to be. Usually the tripod's sturdier than that. Still, if anything was going to take a fall, it's one of the sturdiest pieces of my equipment.

( the reflector in its zipper case doesn't really count. it would have been fine enough, as long as a field of thorns hadn't sprouted up spontaneously to tear everything apart. he lifts the bottle back up, capping it again when the glasses are comfortably full. before looking to take or accept one from Yuri, he puts the bottle back into the cooler, turning to the side and finishing putting his tripod away into its carry-case.

when he does take the water, he's shameless in how he gulps it down, eyes closing as he tips the glass backward and he focuses on the bliss of water over his tongue, quenching a much simpler kind of thirst. not stopping until it's all gone, he's further the epitome of grace when he wipes the back of his wrist across his mouth, his aah after downing the glass a blissful sort of sound. Makkachin wags her tail, bumping up against his leg, leaving a damp spot from the water clinging to the curls around her muzzle. )

Perfect. Ah, but Yuri — have I been good?

( it would have sounded more earnest if he didn't wink, tipping his glass toward Yuri when he asks his question. he's moving again, shoes sitting in a pile forgotten on the ground as he finishes packing away his camera. his phone is fished out of his camera case, Victor pausing before tucking it up under an arm, his pants a lost cause for being damp and his phone not certified as waterproof. )

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( Victor's doing this on purpose, Yuri's sure of it. this is all expertly engineered to give Yuri highly inappropriate thoughts that wouldn't even occur to him otherwise. he barely manages to look away from the unwholesome lyrics captivating line of Victor's throat as he swallows, fanning his blush futilely and praying that Victor will blame the colour on the heat and exertion.

also, Yuri wants to outlaw that wink henceforth.

(he drinks his own water a little desperately.) )

Good? No, I really don't think you have been. ( at the very least it's exceptionally unfair of Victor to be so handsome and charming in Yuri's direction all the time. minus ten points. Yuri heaves a put-upon sigh and shuffles on his knees towards the cooler. ) But I probably shouldn't eat them all by myself, ( even though Yuri definitely could, and has before, ) and since I wasn't anticipating such bad behaviour from you they aren't Makkachin-safe, so I guess you get dessert by default.

( without further ceremony he reaches over to plant a strawberry hand-pie in Victor's palm, giving him a look that's too shyly soft at the edges to be properly exasperated. ) Lucky for you, huh?

[genice]

( he only manages to bring one hand up properly to receive Yuri's gift; keeping one arm tucked against his side so his phone stays lodged in place. he tips his head to the side, lifting his hand to peer close at the hand-pie. his; )

Wow. ( comes out near reverential: he appreciates food, being much less inclined toward making himself or Makkachin anything fancy. he's seen so many catered events in his professional life, it was delightful to come across something that felt like it'd both belong on the more fruitful dessert tables, but that was prompted for no particular event beyond a day spent out in nature. Victor's not sure how much Yuri really thinks they're on a date: and he only worries because of how long it'd taken to seemingly get Yuri to believe his offers over the last few months were genuine.

... did that make him a persistent jerk? ah, he really hopes not. he'd asked Chris before, talked with Yakov, who'd asked him repeatedly to focus and tell him again what he'd come into the store for in the first place. (an additional camera battery and an extra light set rental, but that was beside the point.) it feels easier and also like he's tripping over his own feet here, but in the kind of way that reminds him of being a younger man uncertain of how to make overtures toward someone who'd captured his interest. )

Luckier than I deserve, from the sounds of things.

( perhaps a touch too close to being true, he knows, but this is... good progress! he'd messed up on the beach, but it doesn't feel as tense as it had been there, and everything before had been so much better than he'd ever imagined. it's grounding in a silly way to acknowledge that he cares to impress Yuri; when he looks up again, he's smiling, expression soft and a little self-aware. he's genuinely worried about screwing up. that's more unusual than anything else. it's precious in a stupid way: maybe deep down, he was also something of a masochist. maybe he's been to far too many weddings for a twenty-seven year old who hadn't managed to pin down much of a long term relationship even back when he'd last been trying.

he sits down, legs folding and Makkachin settling at his side after a sniff and a gentle, Not for you, girl. he eats out of his own palm, eyes flicking to Yuri for a moment. then his eyes close, teeth sinking into crust and strawberry and the burst of flavour and crumbling flakes that linger on his lips. it's less for show and more reflex that he moans something appreciative as he chews and swallows, leaning into Makkachin as she nudges at his elbow, looking for a place to shove her head. )

Amazing, Yuri. Have you ever thought about going into catering?

( with a happy little sigh, he manages to trade off the pie to his other hand and pull his phone out from under his arm. he let it rest on his thigh, lifting the hand-pie higher again when Makkachin nosed in a little too close. )

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( as much as Yuri sort of wishes Victor would perhaps find slightly different ways of vocalising his appreciation, the praise does do wonders for his mood. Yuri fidgets where he's seated neatly back on his heels, pink-cheeked and obviously pleased with the praise. impressing someone who is so impressive in their own right is an ego boost that Yuri will gladly accept for all its temporary effectiveness. )

Catering? Like a business? No, no, ( he waves Victor's suggestion off gently, all heedless of the smear of filling caught at his lip. ) I like to cook, and it's nice getting to do it for work, but...

( but I want to make music, is what should follow that. Yuri trails off with sudden uncertainty. music is still what he wants, of course. it's just that lately he hasn't felt capable of producing anything worthwhile. music isn't as immediately tangible as a pie, after all. you can't see at a glance whether it's burned or undercooked. you have to rely on your heart, and Yuri's is always in turmoil these days, caught between pride and failing self-esteem.

Victor doesn't need to hear all that, though. changing direction, Yuri picks his smile up again and gives a small shrug. ) I don't know, I'd rather cook because I want to feed someone than because I was being paid to do it. Is that weird?

[genice]

( there's something that Yuri almost said, before he changed his mind. not for a lack of caring to state, not from what Victor senses, but because of something he's not... what? certain of? it's an interesting puzzle, in the way that people can be puzzles to Victor. the curiosity Victor feels about Yuri is a warm thing, like the sun on his back, or hot coffee sipped down on a cold morning. burning and lovely, pooling in his stomach. a greedy sort of thing, but not the sharp edges, not the analysis he feels compelled to use at times with others, in business arrangements, in focusing on those people whose names he writes into his phone with their photos for when he inevitably forgets them.

he wonders what it is that Yuri wants to be, really wants. it's not the job he holds now, clearly, not that Victor had ever believed it was. he'd never known how long Yuri would be around. he's in university, isn't he? how soon before he took off for whatever adventure his life called him to next?

and if not adventure, then simply the next turn of his life's path?

I want to know. heady, that course of thinking. )

No, not weird. Doing what you love and what makes you happy is never weird. Not every passion we have is meant to be a career. Only a few tend to call to us that deeply, I think.

( he glanced off over the flowers in the fields that surround them, smile soft, eyes faraway for a moment. whatever feeling had settled over him fades as he lifts his shoulders, laughing and holding up what was left of his dessert. )

Then again, what do I know? I've been doing photography for longer than I remember. I don't know if I ever seriously considered anything else, though I don't do as much traditional development as I used to do. What I do know is that this is delicious. If you're ever looking for someone with a cute dog to feed, please, call me. Makkachin might even let me tag along.

( he winked, biting into his handpie, Makkachin hearing her name and thwapping her tail against the ground as she tried to determine if she was getting fed a treat anytime soon. )

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Makkachin's first on my list, ( Yuri promises, smile still shy with the knowledge of what he's implying - that Victor's first on the list. and the only, though really Yuri doesn't think that matters. does it?? would it make things weird if Victor knew? all Yuri really has to draw on is fiction, which isn't always reliable. this is his first time spending time with someone outside of his immediate friend group (all right: Phichit and his friends) in....Yuri can't remember. maybe Victor would be uncomfortable with all of Yuri's idiosyncratic baggage. Yuri couldn't blame him for that.

but it's okay, today. it isn't something that needs to be said. Victor doesn't seem displeased with how things have gone. all in all they've had a nice day out; hopefully Yuri has been of some use as fill-in animal handler, though he supposes he could always just double as Victor's picnic caterer. if Yuri didn't have loans and things to pay, he might offer his services full-time in that respect. it sounds wonderfully relaxing.

there's one more popsicle in the stash. Yuri caves to Makkachin's doleful look easily and feeds it to her, completely unrepentant in his spoiling. ) She's worked hard today, ( he defends against Victor's knowing look. ) Haven't you, girl? Ahh, I wish I could stay and play longer, but we've run out of popsicles so I'd better go make you some more. Sound fair?

( Makkachin agrees, of course. Yuri suspects it's his slightly goopy tone more than the subject matter which earns it. he heaves a reluctant sigh and finishes packing away everything into the cooler, taking perhaps slightly longer than strictly necessary for so basic a task. he really doesn't want to leave this temporary idyll.

well, maybe Victor will still be interested in showing him around that farmer's market in a few weeks. Yuri hopes so; he'd really like that. then again, he thinks he's like almost anything Victor suggested. Yuri's bias isn't very subtle. he wrinkles his nose, abashed at his own thoughts, and dusts himself off as he gets to his feet. )

Mm, I think that's everything...

[genice]

( his smile shows his pleasure all too easily, Victor unconcerned about letting himself be easy to read. he's not on guard today, which may be part of the problem: unintentionally pushing boundaries he hasn't understood yet because he's let his own walls down more than he usually does. there's no reason for Yuri to know, and so he takes the warmth of hearing Makkachin is first on Yuri's list (me, part of him says, that's me) and lets that joy settle in his chest, beating alongside his heart.

in the end, Yuri really had wanted to be here. while Victor stands after pulling on his shoes, leaving his socks tucked into the back pocket of his jeans. he gathers the odds and ends of his equipment, his eyes on Yuri far too aware of Makkachin's easy capture of his heart and the subsequent spoiling. he's not worried. she's a healthy girl for her age, and Yuri's hardly brought along anything that'll hurt her system.

everyone deserves to be spoiled sometimes. Yuri included. Victor smiles at the thought.

Yuri's as efficient as Victor, the two of them ready to haul back out with Makkachin still chewing on carrot and looking up only when she sensed the intent to move. her tail is a cheerful waving flag leading the way back once Victor agrees: )

Looks like it. Help me leash Makkachin once we get back to where we left the car?

( leash laws being what they are, perhaps sooner would be wise, but there's a fence and a gate and no reason to believe that today is when the Ranger is going to be there feeling particularly petty.

their luck holds, scattered clouds providing them scattered shade on the way back through the flower meadows toward the car park. Makkachin manages to steal the leash away from Victor, prancing in a merry circle before she comes back to Yuri and drops it at his feet. any attempts at mock outrage from Victor fade into laughter all too soon; shaking his head, calling his dog a flirt, and where did she learn that from? (him. he has no illusions. most his flirting is by reflex and social cue: today's been a rare day of genuine, unfettered interest.)

the ride back goes faster than Victor thinks makes sense: the traffic cooperates, every light they hit is green, the stop signs the only way of slowing them down. not that he really wants to delay when Yuri's on a set schedule. he's not that kind of selfish, if he's all other kinds. ones he hopes Yuri won't mind, or in extraordinary circumstances, might even find endearing. a man can dream.

(golden rings on beautiful fingers. dreams never needed to be small, if he tucks that fantasy away in his heart instead of lingering over it again, concentrating on finding streetside parking convenient to Yuri's place of residence.) )

Home, with time to spare! Please tell me I got you back with some sort of time to spare.

( he pops the boot, cracking all the windows enough that Makkachin can shove her whole head out. he's up and out of his seat, heading for the back, holding aside equipment to help make it easier for Yuri to pull out the cooler. )

I had a great time today. Probably one of the best dates I've been on. ( his smile brightens a notch; he doesn't wink, because he's being serious. even having stubbed his toes on invisible lines, it's been such a surprisingly wonderful everything. ) We're still on for a second date a few weeks out, at the farmer's market?

( if he keeps saying date, maybe he can make it stick. date, date, date, and not the fruit, though he likes that too. )

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( even just walking back to the car is nice, a simple kind of enjoyment. Yuri can feel muscles aching at the day's change in pace from his usual routine but it isn't unpleasant at all, and silly as it is he's touched by Makkachin's gesture. it seems almost a benediction, like she approves of the foolish way Yuri's heart flutters at each smile he wins from her master.

foolish, but harmless, Yuri thinks. he hopes. he'll work hard to keep this crush from breaking past its careful containment.

for once he doesn't feel much relief at reaching home. it's more disappointing than anything. consequently Yuri doesn't particularly hurry as he gets out of the car and collects his things. )

Oh: yes, plenty of time, thank you.

( there's a good chance Yuri will be late even with the generous buffer of time Victor's given him, but it'll be purely his own fault for getting caught up in little daydreams. he's opening his mouth to thank him again, expression a touch shy, but Victor beats him to the punch and what comes out is: )

--Date? ( like a date-date? no, no, that can't be right. Yuri sternly tells his racing heart not to get ahead of itself. Victor is being facetious, or something of the kind. wrinkling his nose in a self-serving kind of amusement, Yuri plays along. ) Oh, yes. I'll let you know when I have a better idea of timeframes, is that okay?

( a real date does sound nice, too, but even this much is more than Yuri could ever have dreamed of for himself. he twists his grip around the handle of the cooler, bashful again at the tenor of his own thoughts. )

Thanks for taking me out, Victor. I had a really good time, too. ( Makkachin whiffs at them from where her head's craning out the window, neglected, and Yuri laughs even as he frees a hand to ruffle her poll fondly. ) You too, Makkachin! Thanks for playing with me. Come visit soon, okay?

[genice]

( Victor finds he is inordinately pleased that Yuri doesn't contend the use of the word date; first because it'd been one, and second, the lack of denial and more what he read as a pause and consideration feels like signing off on yes, and I'm looking forward to date number two. he beams immediately, nodding his head once, then twice, a quick sort of agreement to Yuri's terms.

(they're hardly terms. he still agrees.) )

Yes, of course! Text me, or let me know in person when I catch you around the coffeeshop if it's not too busy.

( Makkachin wags her tail, the word coffeeshop tied into all kinds of walks and for-fun jaunts that her response is almost pavlovian. Victor waits where he is, halfway between asking if Yuri wants a hand or anything, but in a way he feels like that's stepping across a boundary somewhere in the sand between them. so instead he smiles, promising: )

I'll bring her by when you're on shift. Housecalls might take a little more work. Like a dinner invitation.

( and he winks: I'd like that, wouldn't you? but he doesn't worry about details when he already knows the glory of Yuri's company is his, and only his, sometime in the near future. all voluntary, too! sweet bliss! delights upon delights!

Victor waves as Yuri does head inside, staying where he is next to the window with Makkachin, scritching fingers through the fur on her cheeks while he waits to "see" Yuri inside. it's after that he gives a final wave, patting his pocket for his keys and sliding back behind the wheel. time to get on to combing over a contract for a shoot with an older couple wanting to have photos of themselves and their two cats for their golden anniversary. when he calls, they ask if he can bump it up to today: the weather's perfect. he says yes, still riding a high of a generally fantastic late morning to early afternoon.

it's sweet. it's touching. Victor has no idea if these cats are leash trained or if he'll end up herding them, but Makkachin is slated to stay at home. she's brilliant with all kinds of four legged creatures of fur, excepting squirrels and chipmunks, but that didn't mean the cats would be likewise sanguine in their nature around a large, affectionate canine.

it goes well, minus the part where one of the cats climbs Victor and leaves a series of small pinpricks in his shoulder and a trio of scratches across the back of his hand. those are easy enough to bandage, Victor doing a proper clean through when he's at home with Makkachin in the early evening. he sets to pulling up his photos from both shoots, doing a cursory glanceover of the older couple's photographs. a few stand out as ones they'll like, following his sense of aesthetic appeal. he marks them with stars, switching folders, peering into the ones from his picnic with Yuri and Makkachin with a smile already on his lips.

he ends up posting one of Makkachin in the flowers to Instagram, crediting it to his helper for this flower dog shoot. it's his personal Insta, not his business one. he'll upload something there once he has the time to comb through to add to his specific portfolios with pet photography in outdoor settings.

he looks up at the clock and sees it's three in the morning with a blink of surprise and a stifled yawn. no wonder he'd felt tired... as he heads for water, Victor fishes out his phone again and sends off a text to Yuri. pouring over everything, there's a few photographs he really wants to get prints of to Yuri )

There's a few prints I want to drop off for you from the shoot today. Is it easiest if I swing by the shop on your next shift?

( he'll resist framing the one he likes best, with Makkachin and Yuri both looking like they're absolutely alive in the moment, Yuri caught laughing, Makkachin's tail up and her ears flopping and her canine grin equally large as she leaps toward him, twisting up and barking in the silence of a moment captured on film. the lighting hasn't hit the harshness of non; it's soft enough to light the flowers and leave the shadows as beautiful depth perception, a beautiful shot on several levels.

it's definitely worth framing, he knows, but he has a feeling that would be too much of a gift for after a first date.

a first date! a second date coming! )

Makkachin, isn't this wonderful? Here, more water for your bowl, girl.