❆  -- {tag fix because I think it’s broken /ugly sobs

It’s not as if he knew his way around St. Petersburg well, and asking Viktor to take him around would have probably been suspicious...but still he wanted to do something to celebrate the other’s birthday. 

❪  ❄  ❫ ———— a quiet exhale, and he’s up on his feet with the half-finished bowl of katsudon in his hands, leaving viktor mid-sentence. just listening to his all-too optimistic voice drone on and on and on over that pig makes him SICK TO HIS STOMACH. what’s so great about him other than the fact that he can SKATE  — if he DARED call his lousy attempts skating.

          “   SHUT UP ALREADY !!   ”   

Almost 10 years ago she would’ve told herself she wouldn’t have gone back onto the ice after a small competition that left her with an abysmal score and a deep scar across both heart and mind. She had gotten into designing, had her own site where people could commission their own personal orders for their costumes. It felt a little touch and go with a little bit of income.

However, she notified everyone that the order sheet was closed due to her going on vacation. What she never said was that the inspiration had faded several weeks ago. Things felt stagnant, the same, never changing. She had picked up flight tickets to St. Petersburg, Russia a while in advance after a while of immense planning, contemplating, and she walked away from the business for a while. Something though drew her attention once she had left the airport. And she wasn’t due to check in at the hotel for at least a few hours, she just dragged her bag on wheels behind her and just went.

Now, she found herself standing at the edge of the public ice rink, at a time slot where no one was there and a few Euros poorer. Angelique glanced around at the stands, it was an empty space, no one was sitting there, staring, judging, or anything. It left her perfectly alone. Taking off her coat she set it down on the wall and carefully removed her blade guards, the metal of the blades were colored a cobalt blue, still sharp and in good condition. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out a set of earbuds and inserted them into her phone, which went into her pocket.

A little unsteady she glided towards the center and closed her eyes, it wasn’t until she pressed play did she allow the music to play. From the starting position, she moved with a slow saddened step sequence. She let the music guide her movements, and it wasn’t fluid by any means, she was stiff even as she entered a spread eagle before taking to a Salchow, it had only turned into a single and out of practice from the sport she had to catch herself on hand on the exit. At least she hadn’t fallen flat on her face yet.

Two hours of a time difference did little to take away from Phichit’s energy in the morning. In fact, it did the opposite. In the foggy rink of Hasetsu, he felt just as awake as if it was 9 in the morning instead of 7 because, well, for him it still was! He liked this kind of jetlag. 

He was a bit surprised though. For whatever reason, he never had an image of Viktor as a morning person, and he was glad that the place Yuuri came from was on the southern side of Japan, or the cold might have locked him to his bed. But he was here for more than a friendly visit, and as the sound of doors opening reached his ears, he glided to the edge of the rink, fast and feet crossing constantly, too excited for this to be just like any other practice. He only took a moment to bow at the approaching coach for a second before his hands moved apart to clutch at the rink edge.

“V-Viktor! Why are we watching this again?“ Yuuri couldn’t stop himself from stammering, pressing closely against Viktor and desperately clinging onto his shirt. The both of them were huddled in the family room, deep within the family side of the inn. The room was dark - apparently to ‘get in the mood’ - while a movie (which Mari had picked out for them) was playing on the TV in front of the two.

A horror movie.

Horror movies and Katsuki Yuuri don’t mix well.