This is...not a good start. The quad, sure, fine, but to pop that combination? It isn't just the lingering effects of Yuri's own hellacious routine that are starting to make his blood pound in his ears.
(that awful look of loss from the night before, when his fingers slipped through what to Yuri's eyes was a perfectly solid door handle)
He doesn't know this routine as well as he knows Eros, but he's seen Katsudon skate it before. On the television at the sports club. As a video on his phone, more times than he wants to think about. And this isn't how it's supposed to go.
(and even before then, earlier in the evening, when Yuri had come upon him standing in the middle of the hotel lobby, and something terrible in his face had made Yuri desperate to do something, anything, to get rid of that devastating blankness, and when his hand clenched around the keycard in his jacket pocket it struck him that maybe there was something he could do)
Whispered to himself, a question that he can't answer: 'What the hell's Katsudon doing?'
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(that awful look of loss from the night before, when his fingers slipped through what to Yuri's eyes was a perfectly solid door handle)
He doesn't know this routine as well as he knows Eros, but he's seen Katsudon skate it before. On the television at the sports club. As a video on his phone, more times than he wants to think about. And this isn't how it's supposed to go.
(and even before then, earlier in the evening, when Yuri had come upon him standing in the middle of the hotel lobby, and something terrible in his face had made Yuri desperate to do something, anything, to get rid of that devastating blankness, and when his hand clenched around the keycard in his jacket pocket it struck him that maybe there was something he could do)
Whispered to himself, a question that he can't answer: 'What the hell's Katsudon doing?'