There's a crowd at the elevators, and of course it's a bunch of skaters. Crispino (and that sister of his, the one who skates with Mila), Nekola, and Lee, blocking the way like a blood clot in a vein. Yuri's foot is just itching to kick his way through them, and it's on the tip of his tongue to follow it up by telling them all to go fuck off and die, but there's another elevator opening -- and no, wait, he knows that skulking figure trying to slip into it without being seen.
He'd assumed, seeing Viktor in the hotel lobby preening for the press, that the pig had been somewhere else. Taking a nap or unpacking or out for a run, doing something useful with his time. But if he's at the elevators, with Viktor right over there....
(if you're not too busy showing off for the cameras to remember that anyone else even exists)
The elevator is starting to close. And so Yuri stalks past the squabbling morons and jams his foot into the closing door before it can shut all the way.
Inside the elevator, the startled look on the pig's face untwists a knot inside him. Yes, this is how it's supposed to be, throwing off his competitors' balance even before the competition starts. 'Why are you sneaking around?' he asks, half-accusation and half-criticism.
Why aren't you with Viktor? Why isn't he parading you around on a leash? Why isn't he showing you off, if he's so proud of how well you've been imitating him all this time?
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He'd assumed, seeing Viktor in the hotel lobby preening for the press, that the pig had been somewhere else. Taking a nap or unpacking or out for a run, doing something useful with his time. But if he's at the elevators, with Viktor right over there....
(if you're not too busy showing off for the cameras to remember that anyone else even exists)
The elevator is starting to close. And so Yuri stalks past the squabbling morons and jams his foot into the closing door before it can shut all the way.
Inside the elevator, the startled look on the pig's face untwists a knot inside him. Yes, this is how it's supposed to be, throwing off his competitors' balance even before the competition starts. 'Why are you sneaking around?' he asks, half-accusation and half-criticism.
Why aren't you with Viktor? Why isn't he parading you around on a leash? Why isn't he showing you off, if he's so proud of how well you've been imitating him all this time?