[ He's at the end of the hallway, a bundle of clothes under one arm and his phone in the other hand by his face, reading the message after the ping comes in. A couple seconds later, he glances up to see Adachi with a wave and the brightest megawatt smile on his face that should be illegal at this early in the morning.
He makes absolutely no move to come closer in order to drop the clothes off for Adachi. ]
[ If anything that grin goes wider, and Viktor shakes his head. He crooks his finger at Adachi in a clear signal for him to walk towards him in the hallway. ]
[ Oh my god he really is wearing a bed sheet Viktor is just living right now. He starts to snicker (quietly!), but is finally moving toward Adachi, holding out the clothes when he's near enough. ]
[ He keeps chuckling as he steps just one foot in, politely averting his gaze after giving Adachi a once over. (Not like that, but mainly to see if he was actually hurt or bruised.) He stays quiet too, not wanting to wake whoever it was Adachi was with. ]
[ It was a pretty posh space, with a mini living room attached to a kitchenette. The bedroom was behind a closed door, keeping the mystery man out of sight. Though he had definitely left his mark; there was obvious bruising where Adachi had been grabbed, and... ]
[ Well. Those were some pretty noticeable puncture wounds on his neck. ]
[ Viktor's humor completely falls away, making his gasp lightly. Then he's stepping in to look at it more closely, completely heedless of the fact that Adachi is still trying to dress. He whispers heatedly. ]
[ At LEAST Yuri remembered to tell Viktor he was okay!! Even if it wasn't in so many words. In the space of a breath, Viktor panics, relaxes, and then gets confused. ]
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