episode two :: Yuri realizes, suddenly and terribly, he might be a little bit in love.
Victor doesn’t even try to go to sleep. He just lays in bed with his laptop, watching the thirty-seven takes of Yuuri trying to get “hi, I’m Yuuri Katsuki, and I’m the Bachelor” out of his mouth.
“Don’t they know who I am?” Yuuri slurs on screen.
“Yuuri, you have to put the champagne bottle down, you have to pretend to be sober,” Phichit says off camera, all authority gone from his voice. He’s trying not to laugh.
“Phichit,” Yuuri says, and he takes a big swig from the bottle, bubbles pouring down both sides of his lips. “You can’t tell me what to do. I’m Yuuri Katsuki, and I’m the motherfucking Bachelor.”