Seeing the obvious change in the younger skater’s demeanor brought an impressed smirk to Viktor’s face.
❝ That was perfect. And, no–I don’t have a mirror in my pocket. But I could still see yourself in my pants, sometime. So it works out. ❞
“Okay thanks bye.” Yuuri said, breaking out of the confidence he’d just had because of what Viktor had said. Seeing him in his pants sometime? That was more than he’d expected. Therefore he tried to slowly get away from Viktor, likely to just go sulk in his room.
❝ Aww, come on, Yuri, ❞ the Russian hummed playfully, clearly enjoying the reactions he was getting. ❝ I’m only teasing you! I’ll stop, I’ll stop. I don’t want to risk you avoiding me, again. ❞
