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fantastisk2017-01-30 07:30 pm
vagrancing) wrote in fantastisk2017-01-30 07:30 pm
( the brewing love one )
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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he's a little puffed by the time they call a stop for lunch finally, definitely sweating, but it's the day for it. Yuri finds that he doesn't really mind. he teases Makkachin's affections back from Victor by shameless use of treats, laughing again as Victor pouts outrageously at being temporarily second-best. what self-consciousness he'd held onto when they'd first come here has more or less dissipated into a comfortable background buzz, blending with the hum of the bees. it's to ever be truly carefree, for Yuri. this is about as good as it gets.
and it's pretty good, really.
with a happy sigh he flops down next to the cooler and takes his sunglasses off, upending the tepid dregs of his water bottle over his head in an effort to achieve some coolness. it trickles down his neck, catching the bare breeze with a modicum of relief. hunger is starting to gnaw at the pit of Yuri's stomach, not quite enough to make him cranky with it or dispel his patience for teasing as he hovers just shy of opening the cooler. )
Hmm, have you both behaved enough for lunch? I'm not sure...Makkachin, c'mere for a second!
( there's pollen dusted liberally on the dog's nose and Yuri gently grips her muzzle as he wipes it off. )
There, all better.
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he keeps his hands to himself, until Makkachin's getting her muzzled wiped off. then he's leaning down to pat her rump, smiling to himself and winking at Yuri. there's probably still petals or leaves tucked somewhere into his hair or around his collar, but he'll get to that sooner or later. the pollen on his forehead has also morphed into a smear across the bridge of his nose; it hasn't interfered with his precious baby, his canon. )
Behaved enough for lunch. Are you hearing this? I think he might favour you over me, Makkachin. You're a heartbreaker, girl!
( still jesting, he folds his legs under himself to sit within reach, but further away from the cooler. Yuri's decided it's a secret; Victor's eager for that reveal to surprise him. he has a feeling it really will. )
If you're going to insist on seducing my dog away from me, one piece of advice. ( he takes his camera off from around his neck, settling it in his lap. ) No cheese. Dairy is hard on her system. And your nose.
( the wry humour in his voice translates into a certain wry humour in his features; he flips open the display and starts to review the shots he's been taking this morning. it's a fast scrolling over smaller images before he blows one up, letting it take up the whole of the small screen. not bad. )
You make a decent model yourself, Yuri.
( it's a musing sort of statement, though Victor doesn't show the photo that prompted it to Yuri right away. he glances up, eyebrows quirking up in question. people feel all different ways about being in front of a camera. some really don't want to see themselves on film, in bites or otherwise. )
Did you want to see?
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All dogs tell me they can have cheese, and all dogs are liars. I know what I'm about! Just for that, Makkachin gets fed first.
( and he's as good as his word. the lid finally comes off the cooler, placed between them as an impromptu tabletop. the ice is doing a good job of holding together, thankfully, but the pupsicles are starting to lose a bit of form as Yuri pulls one from the container, passing it to Makkachin by way of its carrot 'stick'. )
There you go, girl. Nice and cool for a hot day's work.
( plastic plates and cutlery come out, including the ingenious invention of chopstick-knife-fork-spoon-in-one. Yuri's setting these down by the lid when Victor starts spouting nonsense and he almost gasps in surprise. )
--I thought I wasn't going to be in any of these, ( he accuses. Victor, you liar! that's mean. ) No, no, no, thank you! Just go ahead and delete them from existence, that'll be fine.
( in an attempt to stem any cajolery or sassbacking, Yuri determinedly starts laying out the dishes he'd brought. the spring rolls go in the middle of the lid with the frittatas on one side and the onigiri on the other. the ice tea he debates pouring before deciding to leave Victor the choice of whether he actually wants any, putting it down with two cups over the lip. he pulls the plastic coverings off the plates and sits neatly on his heels, giving Victor a slightly-nervous smile. )
Um, I hope everything's okay...oh! The rice balls are...pickled plum, cheese, tuna, and chicken and avocado.
( Yuri points to them in turn, differentiated by whether or not they're toasted and the colour of the sesame seeds on their ears.
because they're doggy-shaped. )
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Wow, did you make that on your own?
( talking about the pupscicle. he only ends up chuckling a little at Yuri's response, nodding his head once: he doesn't want to see. it's not an agreement to delete anything that Victor feels came out, but it does give him the general idea of how Yuri feels on the subject of being in the camera's eye. he'll make sure to ask again in the future, when it's not just candids that happen as he's honestly (mostly) tracking Makkachin as she cavorts around in the flowers.
not that he will have used them for anything other than making a print if Yuri had liked one. Makkachin he uses to help showcase his skills. Yuri would have to sign release forms to be part of this, and it's not his responsibility to do so. nor does Victor have the need.
so he lets the subject slide, tucking away that bit of knowledge learned about Yuri. immediately forgetting it as Yuri starts laying out a veritable feast. Victor's mouth drops open, lips parted in surprise; his eyes widen, almost comically so. he gasps involuntarily at the onigiri. the doggy shaped onigiri.
he blushes, overtaken and in awe. he hadn't been joking that his own picnic level was sandwiches; for himself and Makkachin, usually dry salami, rolls, and cheese, paired with apples and peanut butter. easy foods with good lasting sustainability.
Yuri, in his eyes, is a master chef.
so it is wide eyed, eyes sparkling, hands pressed to his cheeks that Victor exclaims: )
Wow! Yuri, this is amazing!
( sincere as sincere can be, laughing as his hands drop away to scoop up one of the rice balls (a tuna one, as it turns out) to hold it in the palm of his hand, close to his face. )
This is so cute, I almost don't want to eat it...
( He flashes Yuri another grin, because of course he still will: with a wink, he bites in. chewing with a low sound of appreciation in the back of his throat, that kind of gentle moan of pleasure continuing as he closes his eyes and presses his free hand to his chest. it's barely an exaggeration. he's hungry, this is delicious, and it's even more so for knowing Yuri hand made everything. it's next to no time at all that has him finishing off that first rice ball, opening his eyes again to look to Yuri, apparently dead serious. Makkachin had lifted her head during Victor's pleasurable encounter with the rice ball; she returns to her happy pupsicle life as Victor calms down.
only then he asks while looking to Yuri: )
Yuri, are you single?
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( frozen doggie treats aren't hard to make, or particularly fancy, but it's relatively time consuming putting everything in the moulds and then remembering to put the sticks in once they're half-frozen.
Victor's response is everything Yuri could've hoped for and he blooms with pleasure, fingers twisting together as if it's something he can hold like that. )
Well, try it before you say too much...
( he regrets saying this immediately.
listen. listen. Yuri loves food. obviously. it's not like this is a secret on his body at all. but even he doesn't go at with that kind of....passion.
it's very distracting.
forgetting to eat is not normally a problem Yuri has and yet, when Victor looks back at him, he realises with a jolt that he hasn't moved, save for some judicious tightening of his fingers at the knees of his jeans. he remembers to breathe suddenly and almost chokes, mind racing as he tries to act like he wasn't staring, knowing that there's no way he's convincing at all. oh, god.
what kind of question is that?? )
N-no comment.
( he grabs an onigiri (plum; his favourite) and bites into so at least his hands and face are occupied. and things had been going so well... )
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really, food is an experience. good food even more of one. Victor doesn't see the worth in holding back on that appreciation, and so he doesn't. it's enough to think about in a balance: Yuri is (likely) single, he's often busy, he's cute, amazing in the kitchen, and he blushes very, very nicely.
which might be something of a terrible thought: wanting to see Yuri smiling, laughing, blushing, just... happy? yes. he guesses it's that. that seems right, though this is far too deep a thought process to have over onigiri. can he instead focus on enjoying that Yuri had been distracted from eating into watching him eat? it'd be a bother if what Victor hadn't wanted was Yuri's attention.
yes. definitely single, because in no way can he imagine a taken Yuri getting caught up in any of the small moments of today. with how stubborn and self... hm, aware? Victor doesn't have the language, but he also feels on a gut level as well as a logical one that Yuri has a very certain sense of himself as a person, at least in relation to what it is he does or doesn't want to do. )
Mm.
( is a noncommittal consideration of what he is and isn't being told. he lets the topic slide; no need to press. instead, he picks the cups off the iced tea, glancing to Yuri with open curiosity on his face. what's this? other than delicious, he's going to assume that either way. )
Yes, definitely amazing! What's this?
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much easier to focus on food. he's good at that. and a little bit of food reminds him that he's actually hungry, so Yuri finishes off his onigiri neatly, doing his best to accept Victor's praise without getting defensively prickly about it just because feelings are difficult. )
Well, I'm glad you're enjoying it...oh, that's tea! Ginger and peach, so it's, um, not spicy but maybe a little bit?
( it's hard to explain. cold tea, warm spice. not quite the same as the iced teas bought from the store, which Yuri finds too sweet for his taste. )
And, let's see. Half the rolls are prawn, half are chicken.
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I see, which is which?
( and: )
Mm, I don't know how to describe that either... but is refreshing, having the bite of the ginger in there.
( to lifting his arm as Makkachin noses in under and haul her head close with a wrinkling of his nose and a kiss to the side of her head, poodle kept back from eating what's on Victor's plate, if barely. )
You're shameless!
( he informs his dog, and really, little wonder: look at her dad. )
This is the first time I've had a picnic that actually felt like a proper meal. I'm officially never confessing what I bring out for just the two of us.
( he says, mock sighing as Makkachin gives up on reaching his plate and turns to trying to squirm around and give his face a lick. it's very hard to look at all composed or sheepish when half-heartedly fending off an affectionate poodle. Makkachin ends up switching tactics and pulling her head back as she wiggles back out again: Victor, leaning too much against her weight, ends of falling backward with a yelp, one hand rescuing the plate in his lap and holding it high in the air while he ends up with a face full of poodle and doggie breath.)
Makkachin!
( Makkachin is well pleased with herself as she then proceeds to gather herself for a lunge at his held up plate. come to puppy...! )
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...oh. shit. he did not bring the paper towels.
well, they're roughing it out here in the wilderness; hands on jeans will be fine, surely.
he's adding a frittata to his haul when Makkachin starts her attack plan, and has to pause to laugh at how effective she is. )
Now you've said that you have to-- oh dear. Makkachin, away from that! Ko mne!
( it's only enough to divert her attention for a brief second but Yuri makes use of it, grabbing the plate to safety and offering another pupsicle in its place. )
Silly girl; that's people food. I don't want to be in a car with you when you've been eating garlic and onion, okay? Here, here, have this instead.
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Makkachin bites into the offered popsicle, dribbling all over Victor as he half shoves her off with a mangled "thanks" to Yuri; Makkachin ends up smacking Victor in the face with the carrot "stick." he jerks his head back with a yelp, Makkachin wagging her tail in confusion and bounding forward, assuming this is actually part of playtime since she's off duty.
which means Yuri ends up being treated to the sight of a full grown adult man and his equally full grown adult poodle play-wrestling on the ground until Victor manages to get his arms around Makkachin's barrel and roll them both over. on his back, Makkachin held against his chest, thoroughly covered in dirt, bits of flower, dribbled popsicle, and even some bits of carrot, Victor lets his head thump back against the ground.
ah yes. he's very, very smooth as an operator. that explains why he's laughing and trying to discipline his best friend at the same time; Makkachin endures it with a wagging of her tail and a triumphant retention of her battered popsicle. )
Makkachin, he's never going to take me seriously now. You're good and proud of yourself, aren't you?
( Makkachin's tail wags harder: she heard "good." )
Of course you are.
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( there's a thought...though, selfishly, Yuri finds that he doesn't really want to share this oddly cute side of the cafe's favourite customer with anybody else. which is stupid of him. he's not the only person who knows about this; he's sure of that much.
but right here, and right now, there's only him to see it.
so the amusement shifts with a sort of wistful fondness as he watches, waving off an inquisitive bumbleebee that thinks it might like to try some of Victor's drink. he makes sure that Makkachin's tail doesn't send dirt flying into the food. he laughs again at the state of Victor's face and hair, usually model-perfect, now all mussed and flyaway and attracting foreign objects. these he points out unhelpfully. )
You've got a little something...well, everywhere.
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Don't most people have smartphones these days? Half those shoot video in hi-def.
( not that he knows if Yuri has a phone that does. once he's calmed Makkachin, he lets his arms loosen, his dog rolling to the side and squirming to her feet. she gives herself a thorough shakeoff, refusing to drop her treat before she looks down at him, perks her ears up, and goes promptly trotting off into the meadow to find herself a proper chewing place.
he sits up with a grimace, brushing at his shirt and looking down at the specks of damp and dirt and green stains (where had those come from?) and carrot pieces. pinching at the fabric, he pulls it away from his chest, looking down at himself and sighing. )
Really, everywhere, you say?
( he lets go of his shirt, reaching up to run a hand through his hair. it helps make it fall into place, but he's only catching some of the debris that's been transferred there. if he'd been immaculate at the start of all this, he's utterly disheveled now. he hups up to his feet, taking a step back and trying to dust himself off to limited success. in fact, he's probably making it worse, rolling up one sleeve to find a trail of doggy slobber down his arm (or is it pupsicle, is there a difference) along with dirt. he grimaces, looking exactly like a man who's been rolling around in dirt and flowers. he throws a light pout Yuri's direction, expecting zero sympathy. )
Better?
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( he really should have been more prepared. next time. how ridiculous can Victor be at a farmer's market, though? either way, Yuri will be ready to capture it all. he'll make certain of it.
by the time Victor's pouting uselessly at him Yuri's given up on doing anything save keeling over with soft laughter. if it means he ends up with grass in his own hair, so be it. he's a mess at the best of times. besides, then he'll just match! )
Oh, absolutely, ( he wheezes. ) I didn't realise pollen was this season's new contour look.
( but he relents enough to sit back up and beckon Victor over, still giggling, still barely trying to keep it in check. )
Here, here. Let me help.
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( he tries to nod sagely, but considering this was all in the process of getting to his feet, it's more of a grunt and a half-assed wink before he's trying to get a look at his backside and giving up. Yuri's not helping him with his attempt at pouting; watching him keel over on his side starts Victor laughing into his closed fist, the good humour in his eyes giving away the lie to his attempt at a pouting countenance. he, he can pout, and he can pout very good when in the mood. he's just not feeling like it right now.
he has his laughter under control and manages a half-way decent pout as he complies with Yuri's beckoning, kneeling down in front of him and offering a sigh and his slumped shoulders. )
So much for looking suave... can I still merit a "cute boy next door" or did that go out the window with the wrestling with dog in the flowers part of today?
( he jests, trying to give Yuri a hangdog look, managing more of an amused and resigned sort of good humour. his eyes flick up to Yuri's hair, spying at least one stowaway from Yuri's own keeling over. his fingers twitch up, though he catches his hand and offers a small smile first. )
You've got something there.
( he vaguely gestures to Yuri's hair, even though Victor is the undeniably larger mess right now. possibly always. one may never know. nevertheless, he winks. )
May I?
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queenscomments aside, this is hilarious and not even for Victor's pride will Yuri keep his mirth back. he's used to seeing the man's professional charm in action, whether on his own clients or the cafe staff, polished and winsome and perfect. getting a glimpse of the dweeb beneath it all is sort of refreshing. sort of terrifying, too, because the reason everyone's so half-in-love with Victor is his mysterious allure, and here Yuri's about to sweep the fractured pieces of it off to the side with the dirt on Victor's shoulders. )Were you ever the cute boy next door? ( Yuri's genuinely curious. he rather suspects that Victor's always been too ethereally handsome to ever be labeled 'cute', except maybe as a younger child. ) I'd say this current look is more, mm, rakish.
( leaf-rake in this case, all things considered, as he plucks some unidentified crushed flora from Victor's hair carefully.
Yuri's own fingertips are poised mere inches from a smear of slobbery dirt at Victor's temple as the permission's posed and he blushes instantly at his poor manners. fixing someone's hair is one thing; touching their face without asking is another.
(he's not sure he wants Victor touching his hair, though. it seems dangerous. Yuri hasn't forgotten about the sunscreen and quite possibly never will.) )
I-- sure; thanks. Mind if I...?
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queens, but hey. the comment and Yuri's subsequent deadpan are both enough to leave him chuckling.mystery about what isn't known has always generated a level of allure; depending on the degree, it can generate fear, too, but Victor has hardly been the sort to make much of anyone afraid for or of anything. usually. for him, relaxing enough to not need to hold to his professional and public comportment is freeing. he's more genuinely happy right now, covered in dirt and plant matter and dog drool, than he is in all his business dealings. he's an affable sort of extrovert.
but he's a very private man, all things considered, when it comes to his heart. largely neglectful, too, but thriving on the emotions of others has been a sort of metaphorical drug to sustain him for a long time.
he would delight in knowingly tearing through every bit of his own mystery, if he knew that there was someone wanting the man left after it's been taken away. he's not sure if that's Yuri, though yes, he'd like that; but even if it isn't? this is a step toward finding someone who is. )
Oh, sure, probably. At least when I was in primary school. ( with a contemplative hum: ) Rakish sounds like I stepped out of a Victorian romance novel.
( he's read a few of those. usually the banter is pretty amusing, with complicated shenanigans in figuring out adoptions and inheritances. the number of times someone ends up kidnapped is oddly high. )
Please do.
( he answers in turn. Yuri's blush is endearing; Victor smiles on reflex, about as transparent as the glass of his shower back home, since that's an entirely legitimate simile. permission received, he reaches out and gently slides his fingers through Yuri's hair, coaxing the dandelion leaf free. it's little motions with his fingertips, careful to not pull on strands of Yuri's hair while he works the leaf free. he enjoys the feeling of those black strands under his fingertips; is fascinated by the colour, smiling and unintentionally looking at Yuri throw lowered lashes.
he displays the leaf between his fingers, for Yuri to see. )
There.
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( and that's the last coherent sentence Yuri manages to string together for the next little while. Victor's hands in his hair are a mistake he wishes he'd never agreed to even as he has to fight not to lean into the touch. distracting himself by smoothing away the smudge on Victor's forehead isn't any better because his skin is as soft as his hair, and his hands, and his smile.
oh dear, Yuri thinks wretchedly, giving Victor another bashful little smile in thanks. this is officially Bad.
the pretense of wiping his thumb clean on his jeans gives him a chance to break the spell. Yuri seizes this opportunity gratefully, eyes darting around for anything else that might help, realising with a start that they've barely started on their lunch. he reaches for Victor's rescued plate and hands it back to him, going up on his knees to lean over for the glass of tea as well before recollecting his own things. )
I once saw a small child very determinedly smear his babyccino all over his face, ( Yuri observes mildly, dipping a spring roll into sauce like this has been a normal interlude that didn't end with him half a step away from a cardiac incident, ) and even with the chocolate dust I think he's less messy than you. Is this what you and Makkachin get up to on your picnics every time? Is that why you pick places with nobody else around?
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If you say so.
( he skirts around the Victorian joke playing off his name; it's not part of his family history to be tied up in that Western European side of things, but it's an amusing enough thought.
he loves the feeling of Yuri's touch on his face. it's difficult to refrain from leaning in to that touch, which is ridiculous; he knows. he doesn't much mind, except for that nervous fluttering in his chest that says he doesn't want to end up chasing Yuri away. patience serves a purpose in pursuing his heart's wants. so he sits back and takes the plate handed back to him, smiling his thanks and following it with the words thank you. happy to tuck into his plate again, he ends up laughing and licking his fingers clean before answering the joking question. )
I'm honestly surprised we haven't run into anyone out walking today. ( he couldn't have asked for a more perfect few stolen hours in the middle of their day together. ) But you're right, you're on to me. Makkachin can't resist digging into life, and I'm right there with her. Though it's less not wanting people to see that side of things — ( he adds, picking up his iced tea and swirling it around in its glass. ) — so much as not being interested in asking anyone to join in before now.
( which isn't to say he doesn't take friends out hiking, or on pleasant walks like this; but if he does he definitely cares much less about impressing them than he does with Yuri. except he's under the amused impression that Yuri's impressing him far more than he's managing to impress the other man. especially when Victor tries one of those frittatas and ends up turning to Yuri yet again with wide, sparkling eyes and a visible flush on his face. he at least manages to chew and swallow, making a sound of happy distress as he does so, leaning forward to ask: )
This is amazing, Yuri! It's official. I'm going to have to propose for the incredible picnics alone.
( he winks, letting it be a joke (because it is a joke right now, even if it's another direct hint about wanting to be involved), finishing off the frittata so he can move on the the rest of the culinary delights Yuri's managed to so masterfully make. Makkachin continues her mastication off in the flowers, the crack and snap of a carrot reaching back to his ears. she won't really eat it, but she'll have a ball breaking it down into pieces. )
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maybe Victor really did bring him out here to kill him, only with kindness and charm instead of an icepick or whatever.
with grim determination Yuri fights back against his blush. luckily this one seems to be rising from his toes, so he's got plenty of time before it crests his neckline and gives him away. he tries not to fidget and showcase his distress, relatively pleasant as it may be. how the fuck does one react to a casually-delivered fake proposal when one is Katsuki Yuri???
oh, right: by remembering that he'd sort of started this game first and rallying magnificently, that's how. )
Deal. Don't forget to immediately change your will so that I get custody of Makkachin if anything...untoward...should happen to you.
( Yuri puts on his most saccharine Customer Service Smile like he's playing a trump card, and bats his eyelashes with more finesse than he even realises just to seal the deal. when in doubt, remember that the objective is the dog. that makes things much easier. )
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no, it's what that batting of lashes does to his heart that makes him reach for another sip of tea and wave his hand between them, asking for a parlay. once he can speak, he does laugh, raking the back of a wrist across his mouth. )
On second thought, you know, no need to rush into matrimony. I think it's better to wait until the prenups don't sound like thinly veiled threats about procuring certain amazing, wonderful, adorable poodle princesses. Isn't that right, Makkachin?
( her head pokes up out of the flowers, pollen dashed across an ear. she pants, canting her head to the side; with no further command from Victor, she settles back in to chewing apart her carrot. it's not an answer either way. Victor nods like it is. )
Well said.
( he tips his cup toward her, then takes a drink. cheers! )
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( honestly, everything about the mental image of eloping with Victor is picture-perfect, except for the part where Yuri factors himself in. no, no, no. that just ruins the whole thing, doesn't it?
but it makes it safer to continue teasing, he thinks. wonderful things are easier to dream about when you know you have no chance at reaching them. success and victory are their own kind of worry. batting his eyes again, Yuri tries wheedling this time: )
Are you sure? It'd probably get you staff rates on coffee, if you played your cards right.
( this is his best bargaining chip, okay! a laughable one, so Yuri does laugh, covering a sigh with it as he gathers his own plate back up to finish his meal. if he's good and doesn't go too crazy on the rolls (one of his favourites) then he tells himself he's allowed dessert. besides, it's the companionable thing to do.
really, one of Yuri's biggest talents is justifying his vices to himself. )
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( he quips back, shifting how he sits and settling his plate onto his leg. the gentle breeze stirs his hair, bringing a fresh scent of the salt and seaweed of the sea beyond the dunes, briefly overpowering the drowsy scent of the flowers. Victor turns his face into that wind, eyes narrowing as he lifts his chin. he loves the caress of the air; finds it a soothing balm wit the crash of hungry waves against the shore. )
Mm, so that's not even a boyfriend perk, is it? You drive hard bargains, Yuri. I have a feeling you're going to do just fine at the farmer's market, when we go.
( he tips his cup to Yuri, a silent salute. still playful, and largely unconcerned with the details. it's easy just to laugh along with Yuri and enjoy the food. which he does, unconsciously shifting so that he's leaning toward Yuri's direction. especially as he eyes what he hasn't tried yet, licking his lips just once.
he's officially never going to pretend he can out-do Yuri on a picnic date. (even if Victor is the only one who thinks this is a date.) he's been so thoroughly, delightfully schooled he doesn't even know what to do with himself, so he does what he does best: enjoys the moment. a little too brightly, but in a happy, easy going way. )
What's this again?
( he gestures to something that looks amazing, and like it's fated to be in his mouth, five minutes ago. of note: he's not looking at Yuri. fear not, fair lad. )
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( no. wait. they're supposed to be planning an elopement, not a proper ceremony-- no, no, that's not right either. there is no marriage. wow. Victor's so convincing with this byplay that Yuri almost forgot. just kidding!! he's only delusional and daydreaming, that's all. surely it's a harmless enough hobby, at least until he starts forgetting which conversations are fictional and which have actually happened.
(somehow, though, he never would have picked the one about photographers for their wedding to be in Column B.)
Yuri doesn't even really have time to regroup from this thought, because Victor says boyfriend and Yuri almost replies with yes please before parsing the rest of the conversation. at least he manages not to choke on a prawn. at this point Yuri will count all the bonuses he can. )
No, no; the Boyfriend Perk is having your order ready and waiting for you to arrive. ( which....to be fair, Yuri halfway does when it comes to Victor's standard routine. or client meeting schedules he's overheard. but that's neither here nor there and oh god maybe he needs to be less of an unintentional stalker. ) Husband Perk is the staff rate. I don't make the rules, sorry.
( actually, he'd need to clear the Husband Perk with his boss, so please don't quote him on that one.
the conversation falls into slightly safer waters as they eat and Yuri tells Victor what they're eating, how he made it, why he chose it. Yuri almost feels bad, because he feels as if Victor thinks he's more interesting than Yuri actually is, but at the same time soaking up his attention is almost sinfully sweet. they pour out the last of the tea between their cups and sit for minute after the main course has been polished off, just a few riceballs left for later, and Yuri exhales a gusty, happy sigh before turning to Victor with a half-coy smile. )
I hope you've got enough room for dessert later.
( of note: he does not mean himself. sorry, Victor. maybe at the farmers' market, once you've purchased all that honey. )
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( he says it with a bright, infectious sort of enthusiasm; Makkachin thumps her tail and whuffs as if to add in her own two cents. Victor's more than faintly aware he has about as much chill as the Sahara; he can wish that Yuri weren't joking, but he can also be realistic enough to dampen his enthusiasm back to levels of if he's joking about this so easily, then maybe he's okay with dating.
dating with a once a month scheduled date. Victor can work with that.
it doesn't escape his notice that the Boyfriend Perk already sounds close to what he's unwittingly looked forward to with Yuri over the last... how long, really? it lights a spark of happiness in his chest so warm he ends up pressing his fingers to his breastbone, lips curling up into a guileless, happy grin. )
I can't imagine you being even more on top of things than you already are! Sounds nice, though, this whole Boyfriend Perk thing. ( he's two seconds away from asking if they can explore that together: that would be the opposite of chill. ) The Husband Perk leaves me wondering how you're still unattached! No caffeine addicts going down on one knee and proposing struck your fancy yet?
( please let there be no one else please let Victor tip toe over the threshold first. but he winks, and lets the question be rhetorical if Yuri's decided the jesting has gone far enough. instead he settles back and listens as Yuri tells him about their meal, truly fascinated, caught up in watching Yuri's expressions and hearing what he says, learning his logic. it doesn't need to make sense to Victor to be enjoyable; the fact Yuri feels a passion for any of this makes Victor smile, never wanting to turn his attention away. he loves passion in people. he loves getting to brush up against them talking about the things they love, and food, with Yuri, feels like one of those things.
it's the most wonderful picnic he's ever had. it's why when Yuri mentions having room for dessert, wearing that half-coy smile, Victor feels his heart stutter in his chest.
he smiles back by reflex, tongue darting out to lick his lips. oh.
he probably shouldn't imagine kissing Yuri. they haven't even gotten to a month and a half later at the farmer's market. why is their second date so far away? (don't think about it. just laugh.) he laughs, tossing his head so his bangs fall back off his forehead. )
There's more? Yuri, I've never been so spoiled in my life! Makkachin, you're not allowed to go home with him without taking me with you. It'd be beyond unfair.
( he pouts, Makkachin butting her head up against his shoulder, Victor running his fingers through the curls on her head and trying not to blush at the happy audacity of saying three very true statements, in his eyes. he's never been so spoiled, or so happy; Makkachin isn't allowed to leave with Yuri without Victor in tow; and it would be so incredibly unfair if she ever did. )
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No, no, no, ( Yuri crosses his hands in front of his chest in denial, shaking his head. ) Not me, no. I'm not really the marrying type.
( who'd pick him out of all available baristas in the city? or in general? there are plenty of other fish in the sea, better-looking and more talented and not so awkward. Yuri can give Victor a list, if he really wants cheap coffee that badly.
(ouch. that thought has unpleasant edges.)
at least the topic of dessert seems a safer distraction for now. even if he's just being kind Victor's enthusiasm soothes something in Yuri and he smiles again, pleased, before schooling it into something a little more sly. )
Hmm; on second thought, have you been good enough to earn it? Maybe I should just give your share to Makkachin, too. Would you like that, lovely girl?
( of course she would, and confirms this with a cute whuff. Yuri chuckles and almost feels bad that he's only teasing her, but shes not to know, and there are more pupsicles waiting for her. mostly he just wants to keep that adorable moue on Victor's lips. )
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