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thefarshore2017-03-05 06:57 pm
leapingchuu) wrote in thefarshore2017-03-05 06:57 pm
1 один - Heaven's BBS - Video
Posted: June 21st, late afternoon
From: Viktor
Viktor had made his way to one of the local indoor ice rinks, since he had skates. He had no idea why they were so fancy, but he'd shown up wearing them, and he felt more than a little stupid having no idea how to use them.
He still had no idea once he'd gotten there, though. The cool air was much nicer than the heat outside, but he had no jacket, and that was a mistake. Still, there wasn't a lot to do about it now. It wasn't as if he had any idea how to actually maneuver in the skates at all, but he figured he might as well see if he could...stand on them? Maybe?
Not yet, though. He was too taken by the idea of simply shooting them both across the (thankfully empty) ice. Just for the fun of it. Why not?
He turned the phone's camera on and focused it on the skate in his hand, humming a little to himself as he bent over the barrier to throw it somewhat underhandedly.
It didn't go far, and the edge on the toe caught pretty easily. But Viktor only laughed.
"Does anyone know how to do this? I'd try putting them on, but I don't really want to give myself a concussion!"
He probably would anyway. But. An Attempt Was Made to be safe, at least?
"Does anyone want to come join me? This rink is in the center of town and it's nice and cool in here! Bring a jacket, though, unless you like being cold."
Viktor didn't, but he hadn't been in here too long, so he just slid onto the ice and promptly lay down on it like some kind of weird starfish, his spare skate still in his hand and the other halfway across the ice. He didn't look too keen on retrieving it, either.
From: Viktor
Viktor had made his way to one of the local indoor ice rinks, since he had skates. He had no idea why they were so fancy, but he'd shown up wearing them, and he felt more than a little stupid having no idea how to use them.
He still had no idea once he'd gotten there, though. The cool air was much nicer than the heat outside, but he had no jacket, and that was a mistake. Still, there wasn't a lot to do about it now. It wasn't as if he had any idea how to actually maneuver in the skates at all, but he figured he might as well see if he could...stand on them? Maybe?
Not yet, though. He was too taken by the idea of simply shooting them both across the (thankfully empty) ice. Just for the fun of it. Why not?
He turned the phone's camera on and focused it on the skate in his hand, humming a little to himself as he bent over the barrier to throw it somewhat underhandedly.
It didn't go far, and the edge on the toe caught pretty easily. But Viktor only laughed.
"Does anyone know how to do this? I'd try putting them on, but I don't really want to give myself a concussion!"
He probably would anyway. But. An Attempt Was Made to be safe, at least?
"Does anyone want to come join me? This rink is in the center of town and it's nice and cool in here! Bring a jacket, though, unless you like being cold."
Viktor didn't, but he hadn't been in here too long, so he just slid onto the ice and promptly lay down on it like some kind of weird starfish, his spare skate still in his hand and the other halfway across the ice. He didn't look too keen on retrieving it, either.
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He was more excited about the whole thing than he probably should have been, but there were more important things to think about right now. Namely, the fact that he couldn't read the rink's name, since it was in kanji with nary a smidgen of English to be found.
"One second!"
Or a little more, since he had to figure out how to get off the ice without dying again and then make his way outside to pan the phone around the surroundings and the outside of the rink itself, including the sign.
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[Yuuri's cheeks color faintly, and he fidgets awkwardly with his sleeve. Viktor's always so flirtatious... It's hard to get used to.]
[He grabs his phone and searches the name of the rink, then uses the map app to find the nearest shrine.]
Wait just a few minutes. It shouldn't take me too long to get there.
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Letting things drop wasn't his strongest skill. In fact, he liked seeing Yuuri blush, it was incredibly cute.
"I look forward to it."
At least he thought he did. He was a little uneasy about it...although he didn't mind not being skilled at things (it was hard to mind that, given his situation!) he did want Yuuri to think well of him! The fact that they shared a god was enough to make him value his opinion, and. Well. He was really cute?
He had to wonder if he might have had even a little more chill when alive. It was doubtful, but one could always hope.
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[It's mumbled, perhaps a little bit too low for Viktor to catch over the connection or perhaps not. It's baffling, honestly, and perhaps a little embarrassing... It feels, sometimes, like Viktor must be playing some sort of game, like he's got some sort of running joke with himself about pretending Yuuri's worth all the attention he pays to him. (He saw a taped production of A Midsummer Night's Dream online the other day, and he's struck for a moment by the thought of the fairy queen, bewitched into falling for a common human transfigured into a beast, only to forget him when the spell wore off. He shakes the thought away, though, and smiles.)]
See you soon!
[He waves goodbye, cuts off the phone, and makes his way over to the rink.]
[True to his word, it doesn't take him long to get there. Most of the wait is just the time it takes him to get the staff's attention long enough to rent a pair of skates before he seeks out Viktor at the side of the ice.]
Sorry to keep you waiting!
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It most certainly wasn't a game, and he'd have been hurt to hear that suggestion. He liked Yuuri. Sharing a temple and a god with him had given him the opportunity to be in his presence quite a bit, and the little quirks of his personality only made Viktor want to know him better. And he was very attractive! So many here were, really.
But there wasn't time to focus on things like that now! Instead, he said a quick goodbye and made for one of the benches to try to follow his god's advice and tie the skates properly. Surprisingly, it wasn't as hard to walk on them as he'd been expecting, but he really needed to go find some guards. There hadn't been any on them when he'd woken up here, and he'd been avoiding the rink floor as much as possible to prevent as much damage as he could.
He waved happily when Yuuri walked in, moving down on the bench to give him some room.
"Nothing to be sorry for! I like just being here. It feels nice."
Not familiar, exactly, but somehow comforting all the same. The cool air coming off the ice felt wonderful and its crispness made him feel alert and alive. Or perhaps that was influenced by the company...
"I'm not sure I won't fall on my face, but shall we give it a try?" he asked when Yuuri had laced up his borrowed skates, extending his hand to help him off the bench.