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[fourlevels]

"Hi! This is Viktor Nikiforov!
Please leave a message!"

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[fourlevels]

We can talk about it, about all of it if you want. If you come home we can talk quietly. Or I can meet you somewhere? Whatever you want, Yuuri.

[wonts]

[ He doesn't want to say that it doesn't feel like home to him, but he types it out at least five times before deleting it. ]

I want to meet somewhere, but you decide. I still don't know a lot of places around here.

[fourlevels]

How about the café so we can talk AND eat?

[ Viktor sends the GPS location just in case. Hopefully Yuuri didn't lost too far. ]

[wonts]

Okay.

[ He's so zoned out that it's a miracle he even manages to get there, unwilling to go inside just yet. So, he sort of paces outside, nervous and feeling slightly sick. By the time Yuuri sees Viktor, he's only managed to calm down a little; his face is still red, and he's sort of prepared himself for the worst outcome—whatever that might be. He lifts his hand to wave, a pathetic sort of motion, but he doesn't say anything else. ]

[fourlevels]

[ When Viktor arrives, his face is flushed too—did he run to get there? Signs point to yes, though rather than running, he seems to be ... skating? On the sidewalk?? He even makes the same stopping motions with his ankles and legs even though there aren't physical blades on his feet, coming to a somewhat rough stop in his haste.

He smiles faintly at the wave though, hopeful what that could mean. ]

Hi. Were you waiting long? I got here as fast as I could.