[ 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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[ 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. ]