it’s really too bad that Victor didn’t get to see Yuri’s room with all the posters up etc, because i can 100000000% assure you that he wouldn’t have thought it was at all odd and would have heartily approved of Yuri’s design sense, and here is some proof:
see what Victor brought to Hasetsu! a… framed picture… of… himself. he doesn’t just HAVE a framed picture of himself, he has one, and he brought it with him to Japan. couldn’t be without it.
oh, but it gets better.
because this is the same picture that yuri was looking at so longingly after taking his posters down…
a good relationship is based on similar tastes in art, decor, that sort of thing… *coughs*
at how skinny she is, and she’s missing patches of fur. Can’t we keep
her?” You whined, holding up the golden-furred puppy for the boys, her
fur was wiry and had clumps of mud.
weak, the puppy continued to wag her tail with her hind legs dangling,
seemingly elated at the mere fact that she was amongst people. She
sniffed and looked around at the two grown men before her, then back at
“The pup’s full of fleas and ticks, you two better not come any closer,” Dean exclaimed before taking a step behind.
the seeming reluctance in Dean, you turned towards Sam and pushed the
puppy towards his direction, hoping that the younger Winchester would
see how necessary it is to take in the puppy.
“Saaaaaaaaam,” you urged. “Look at those eyes.”
was silent, but looked dead into the eyes of the puppy, apparently
softening up. You knew that had to work. Who could resist those puppy
but you have to take care of it yourself,” Sam gave in after a long
pause, then looking away towards Dean who gave him a questioning look.
with his answer, you turned the puppy towards Dean, then said to the
puppy, “see, you’re going to be fine here. At least there’s someone else
with a heart in this room.”
puppy wagged her tail even harder and stretched her neck to lick your
chin. Despite the dirty fur and strange smells, Sam couldn’t resist but to head towards you for the puppy. You
filled his arms with the warm and soft mess, the puppy quickly wanting to scramble up his torso.
“Hey, what’s your name?” he asked softly as if talking to a baby. “I’m going to bring you out for a walk later.”
“I don’t trust dogs this friendly,” Dean remarked as he crossed his arms. “Sam, remember
that time a dog came into our motel room and she turned out to be some witch’s
of a sudden, following the familiar flutter of feathers, the puppy
tried to wriggle out of Sam’s arms excitedly. Sam, afraid to drop her,
let her on the ground and she quickly pranced away.
turned to follow the puppy’s movements, only to see her hopping by
Castiel’s side, scratching and chewing at the end of his coat. The
confused angel stared silently at the puppy, then back at you all.
My favorite place I want to visit: I want to pretty much tour the entire U.K. I want to go to London. I want to visit the DW Experience in Cardiff. I want to go to the Cavern Club in Liverpool and do a Beatles tour. I'd love to go to Scotland and Ireland. That's my dream trip!
Jean-Francois! Something tells me you’d appreciate his calm presence. At the end of the day he just wants to curl up with you. You couldn’t ask for a better muse than this one. He’ll happily travel the world at your side (as long as he gets to keep you).