Jingle bells (and the happiest of Christmas to you dear!)
happy vikmas to you too! đ
Chris comes by soon after that to pick them up from the airport. âPhichitâs flight is also supposed to get in at this time, so weâll just wait a little for him,â he says, but no sooner have the words left his mouth does Yuuri hear a familiar shout. Moments later heâs almost bowled over by his best friendâs warmest bear hug, and a barrage of excitable squealing:
âYuuri! It feels like forever since the last GPF! Iâm so sorry I couldnât go to Japan Nationals because of finals! How are you doing? Howâs Viktor? Howâs everything?â
Yuuri laughs. âPhichit, take a breath,â he rebukes gently.Â
âBreathing is for the weak,â declares Phichit, squeezing him almost impossibly tighter before letting go and grabbing him by the shoulders, sizing him up and down with the scrutiny of a mother hen. âBelieve it or not, Iâm still dosed up on five cups of coffee. I literally ran from Bakerâs office to the airport -- thank god for extensions, but also fuck my past self for procrastinating until the 22nd.â
Yuuri snorts. âWeâve all been there,â he says, patting his friend. Phichit groans, but then perks up at the sight of Christophe standing there, one hand hefting Viktorâs Louis Vuitton duffel bag. The Swiss skater waves, and Phichit quickly peels himself away from Yuuri to latch onto Chris, exclaiming something about all the things in Geneva that he wants to see before they head out to the Giacometti family chalet in the Alps.Â
Viktor chuckles from next to Yuuri. âYou know, Masumi recently was transferred back to Japan for something.â
âMasumi?â echoes Yuuri.
âChrisâs partner. Well, now ex, I guess,â says Viktor. âChris knew because of me that long-distance doesnât really work for him. So...â
âOh.â Yuuri feels his ears heating up. âI donât really keep track of that stuff,â he admits.Â
Viktor taps his lips with one finger, his expression morphing into what Yuuri recognises as Viktor Nikiforovâs Nefarious Plotting Face no. 48. âHow single is Phichit?â he asks, and Yuuri gapes at him.Â
âYou canât possibly be thinking what I think youâre thinking,â he hisses.Â
Viktor only winks in reply.Â
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