One of the instantly relieving things about Yurio and his coaches appearing up on the jumbotron is that it's basically the whistle that means he can be done here. Unless a specific reporter decides to follow him and pursue a specific line of questioning, it'll be time for Yurio and his coaches to come over here, and stand in front of the cameras and microphones, being subjected to the same round of questions as befitting his skate just finished.
The score, like the surprisingly strong end to his skate, isn't all that terrible. Even if Yurio looks like he could burn a hole through the space in front of him just by staring at it. While sitting there in what looks like he picked or planned for the most rebellious way possible. The cute white cat ears he'd left perched on top of his head both detracting from the belligerence of the image and making him look even younger in it.
Yuri does stare at the number for what feels like a long moment -- possibly feels more than is, because the reports around him become a buzzing murmur of at least half of what is buzzing in his own head. That Yuri is still the holding the first place score.
(The other half is a quiet swallow at the memory of the weekend before this one, what had happened when he'd stayed in first at the end of the Free Skate day.)
His eyes drift for a moment to the tall purple-clad figure of Jean-Jacques Leroy on the ice, talking to his coaches. A hazy memory of whatever, still not understood, conversation he'd tried to have with Yuri or Victor before Yuri went out mixing with the knowledge the Canadian had pulled gold in Skate Canada, taking first place in both his short and free skate.
That this performance would or could shift all of it again.
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The score, like the surprisingly strong end to his skate, isn't all that terrible. Even if Yurio looks like he could burn a hole through the space in front of him just by staring at it. While sitting there in what looks like he picked or planned for the most rebellious way possible. The cute white cat ears he'd left perched on top of his head both detracting from the belligerence of the image and making him look even younger in it.
Yuri does stare at the number for what feels like a long moment -- possibly feels more than is, because the reports around him become a buzzing murmur of at least half of what is buzzing in his own head. That Yuri is still the holding the first place score.
what had happened when he'd stayed in first at the end of the Free Skate day.)
His eyes drift for a moment to the tall purple-clad figure of Jean-Jacques Leroy on the ice, talking to his coaches. A hazy memory of whatever, still not understood, conversation he'd tried to have with Yuri or Victor before Yuri went out mixing with the knowledge the Canadian had pulled gold in Skate Canada, taking first place in both his short and free skate.
That this performance would or could shift all of it again.