[ 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. ]
[ 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?
[ It's a spinach and kale salad with tomato and carrot slices for color and some green onions. Nothing fancy (some of those slices are more like chunks ...), but at least it's healthy. Viktor set out some kind of red/purple vinaigrette to go with it. Viktor turns back to the bubbling pot, stirring the contents for a moment. It smells like something with beef?? ]
Ah, it's just as well that I didn't go though, my headache still hasn't cleared up. I would have been useless for practice. I got some choreograph work done while I was waiting for this to cook though. Did the nullifiers work alright today?
[ Surely not. Viktor tsks at Yuuri, but nods at the state of the rice. He puts the rice lid back on before he dumps ... something white and goopey into the beef dish?? He turns the burner off while he stirs it in, turning whatever's inside into a light-ish brown, the pieces of beef and onion(??) becoming more visible as he does. ]
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That's a good question. Maybe there is something already?
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[ He clicks off the feed. ]
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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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By the time Yuuri makes it home, he'll be welcomed by the smell of cooking coming from the kitchen. ]
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Viktor?
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In here!
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How'd it go?
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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?
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Pretty well. Would have been better with you there, but ...
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Ah, it's just as well that I didn't go though, my headache still hasn't cleared up. I would have been useless for practice. I got some choreograph work done while I was waiting for this to cook though. Did the nullifiers work alright today?
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No problem. Think we got the bugs worked out.
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[ He peeks into the other pot then—it looks like he's got rice steaming under there. He takes a small forkful to test if it's done yet. ]
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[ Surely he can't mess up rice either. ]
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Ah, it's done! Come serve up~
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So what is it?
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