[ If there's one thing Yuri is good at (though let's be real, there are many many good things that Yuri is good at, and the world knows it!) it's getting out of own head while practising. Competitions were another thing entirely; it was much harder to block out the thunderous sound of his own thoughts and self-depreciation. But when it was just him, and the music, and the repetitive movements? That was when he could block everything else out and just move. Train his body to do what it needed. Apparently, dancing alone mere moments after the sun had come up could do the same, without the repetition part.
He has no idea how long he has been dancing for; someone last night must have set the CD player to repeat the same song on loop, so there's no changing of tracks to indicate that any longer than three and a half minutes have passed. Yuri's eyes are closed because there is nobody here to tell him to watch his footwork, to look at his poor form in the mirror, to berate him into watching his mistakes reflected over and over. He's just dancing, thinking of that night in the club in Barcelona, before he had been kicked literally to the curb. As such, he notices nothing around him. Just the feel of the music vibrating the floorboards beneath him. ]
[ The sound that Yuri makes is positively undignified, something between a squawk and a scream. There's actual fear in his eyes when they snap open, but the vulnerable expression melts away almost immediately, the sheer fury of a thousand volcanoes replacing it. There's practically steam coming from his ears, and if he could physically tower over Victor to scream at him, he would. ]
What the hell are you doing, sneaking around like that?! Who does that?!
[ With an inhuman screech, the stupid song starts again, and Yuri's face flushes immediately. Hunching his shoulders around his ears, he points one finger at Victor accusingly, trying to ignore the high pitched song. ]
And don't you talk to me about being too young. I know what you did when you were my age, so butt out! Just because you're jealous that I can still move without using a cane!
[ Now for him to take his position, starting with an ungodly stretch that he might regret later but fuck it. He's proving a point. Eyes dark, ready to take him on. ]
[ He didn't hesitate to pick up the chorus again. Graceful like ballet, but so absolutely vulgar and tempting that you would have sworn Yuuri Katsuki were in the room to witness it. ]
[ If Yuri's eyes could physically grow to the size of dinner plates, they would. The way Victor is moving makes him think of things that he would rather not think about Victor doing, and the strangled noise he makes indicates just this. ]
Should I be seeing this?!
[ Past the disgust of seeing Victor Nikiforov gyrating his hips like it's just something to do, Yuri can't help but notice a few things. His dancing isn't as fluid as Yuri's. The extension of his free leg isn't as long as it could be. His turns are graceful, but not nearly as graceful as they were before he took his year off to coach Katsuki.
Interesting.
Crossing one leg in front of the other, Yuri folds his arms over his chest and watches, a self-satisfied smirk on his face. He's got this. ]
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Apparently, dancing alone mere moments after the sun had come up could do the same, without the repetition part.
He has no idea how long he has been dancing for; someone last night must have set the CD player to repeat the same song on loop, so there's no changing of tracks to indicate that any longer than three and a half minutes have passed. Yuri's eyes are closed because there is nobody here to tell him to watch his footwork, to look at his poor form in the mirror, to berate him into watching his mistakes reflected over and over. He's just dancing, thinking of that night in the club in Barcelona, before he had been kicked literally to the curb. As such, he notices nothing around him. Just the feel of the music vibrating the floorboards beneath him. ]
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Aren't you young to be making moves like that?
[ Which, of course he wasn't. Given a different set of circumstances, he would have probably said the exact opposite. ]
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What the hell are you doing, sneaking around like that?! Who does that?!
[ With an inhuman screech, the stupid song starts again, and Yuri's face flushes immediately. Hunching his shoulders around his ears, he points one finger at Victor accusingly, trying to ignore the high pitched song. ]
And don't you talk to me about being too young. I know what you did when you were my age, so butt out! Just because you're jealous that I can still move without using a cane!
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[ Now for him to take his position, starting with an ungodly stretch that he might regret later but fuck it. He's proving a point. Eyes dark,
ready to take him on. ]
I'm showing you how it's done.
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What the hell is he doing?
Yuri practically dislocates his shoulders from the rapid way he flails his arms at Victor. ]
No no no no! We are not doing this. I am not explaining to the pork cutlet why you broke your hip trying to show off!
[ Why did he keep getting dragged into dance-offs with these oafs?? Was this what his life had become? ]
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His expression? Adorable and Innocent. Totally innocent. ]
Afraid you can't keep up with someone so... experienced?
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Experience has nothing to do with it! I've beaten you before, and I'll do it again!
[ God damn it. ]
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Suit yourself.
[ He didn't hesitate to pick up the chorus again. Graceful like ballet, but so absolutely vulgar and tempting that you would have sworn Yuuri Katsuki were in the room to witness it. ]
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Should I be seeing this?!
[ Past the disgust of seeing Victor Nikiforov gyrating his hips like it's just something to do, Yuri can't help but notice a few things. His dancing isn't as fluid as Yuri's. The extension of his free leg isn't as long as it could be. His turns are graceful, but not nearly as graceful as they were before he took his year off to coach Katsuki.
Interesting.
Crossing one leg in front of the other, Yuri folds his arms over his chest and watches, a self-satisfied smirk on his face. He's got this. ]