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"Hello, you've ... um, I mean ... This is Katsuki Yuuri. You can leave a message if you want."

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You think I can't?

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I guess not.

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... Wait, does that mean you don't think I can, or that I can't?

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I think you can.

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Ah, got it. English is confusing sometimes.

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Yeah, I get tangled up too. Verbs are hard.

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You'd think that someone here might have made a translator like in Space Trip. Then we could speak in our native tongue and still understand each other.

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Wait. How do people understand each other here? We don't all speak English.

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[ He blinks, one hand coming up to rub at his head. ]

That's a good question. Maybe there is something already?

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We can look through our comm maybe.

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Mmm, we can look after your practice.

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All right. Good luck with the cooking.

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I'll try my best, but don't expect too much.

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I'll eat it no matter how bad it is.

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I don't want you sick though ...

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I don't think you'll mess it up that bad.

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Let's hope not.

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I'll see you at the house then.

[ He clicks off the feed. ]

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[ He turns his off too before flopping back on the pillow. Makkachin comes sniffing up at him and he reaches out for a headscratch without getting up. ]

Haah, any ideas what I should make Makkachin? I've always just ordered out ...

[ Makkachin sadly doesn't provide any suggestions though. Guess it's up to Viktor to figure something out. ]

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[ Poor Viktor. He has a few hours, at least; the practice isn't scheduled to be over until then. ]

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[ There is that. Enough time to eat something simple himself, shower, and walk Makkachin.

By the time Yuuri makes it home, he'll be welcomed by the smell of cooking coming from the kitchen. ]

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[ Well. Viktor actually managed it. Kind of. ]

Viktor?

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[ At least to some degree. His voice is coming from the kitchen when he replies. ]

In here!

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[ Yuuri enters tentatively. ]

How'd it go?

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[ The kitchen is ... an absolute mess really, but at least it's in one piece. A couple pots are on the stove bubbling and steaming away, the counters covered in the leavings of the food prep, and bits of the salad he made are still in the sink. Said salad is already on the table along with the stacked plates, bowls, and utensils.

Viktor himself is looking better, though his pallor still hints at a bad headache. He smiles when Yuuri enters the kitchen. ]

It's almost done so we'll see in a few minutes. How did practice go?