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Despite himself, the small girl’s happy smile somehow managed to get him to agree. However, he still wasn’t sure how he ended up on babysitting duty...

“Alright, where do you want to go?”

Send me a “✬” and I’ll generate a number (Childish activities version) :21. sledding 

Phichit huddled on the back of the sled behind her, and while his hands were wrapped around to hold the reins, those hands were shaky hands. Shaky and shivering from the cold. Can you blame him? He came from the tropics, and he’d definitely never decided to go sled down a hill of ice cold snow and possibly die. And then he was going to kill his best friend’s daughter-in-law and his hamsters will be parentless, and damn it, he should’ve written a will before doing this.

“Happy valentine’s day my beautiful myshka.” He crouched down to her level, pressing a kiss to her forehead before carding his hands through her beautiful hair.

He was still amazed that this beautiful girl was in his life now, and he knew that if anything were to happen to her he’d be devastated. 

TEXT MESSAGE STARTERS !

To: Yuuri’s kid??

Anja had been walking around just to get some fresh air. It had been a good while sine she had gone for a walk for anything other than training.  Which she was training was almost all the time. Today she had decided to just rest and enjoy a day out. She would normally wear a hat and gloves to hide her stark white hair and the scaring on her left hand, but today she had decided to not do so. 

The white haired girl walked along the streets ignoring the glares and weird looks. It wasn’t everyday they saw a “boy” with stark white hair. She was wearing one of her more boyish outfits today, which consisted of a white button down shirt(long sleeved) a light grey vest and black jeans and dark grey combat boots. She even had a little red tie at the top of her shirt. It was one of her favorite outfits.  

She hummed as she walked along the streets, but stopped when she had noticed a small girl walking about. She wasn’t sure if the girl was lost or not, but it had pulled on her heartstrings to see the lone child. She walked over to the girl and bent down slightly.

( make my muse blush | not accepting )

                          It was a lazy evening, Yuuri laying on one side of the couch and Viktor on the other, watching a romantic comedy they’ve watched umpteen times before, while Liza was in her room, hopefully sound asleep. Viktor was so fond of times like this, where his family was around him, all safe, happy, without a care in the world. Compared to how he had been only a couple of years ago, it was difficult to believe that it was the same place, the same flat in St. Petersburg. It used to be only him and Makkachin, silent nights, spent mostly alone — now he had everything and he must stop and pinch himself sometimes to make sure it’s not a dream.

    “Well -,”

  He chimes as a smile crawls onto his lips wide enough to make the corners of bright, cerulean  hues crinkle before they flutter shut when he tries to swallow the airy laugh that is on the verge of tumbling from his tongue. Truth be told, he had only learned Japan had such terms recently (much to Yuuri’s dismay and mortification), and hasn’t a single clue as to where his daughter would pick up one. Admittedly, he wasn’t nearly as horrified as he should have been, Instead, his smooth features fell into an awkward twist of amusement and confusion that was masked rather well by the humor of the situation.  

    “It’s apparently a term used to describe anything that depicts men having sexual relations with one another.” And he doesn’t so much as flinch when he lowers one eyelid into a wink. “Like your father and Yuuri have with one another!”