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Viktor Nikiforov
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Date: 2017-03-25 04:09 am (UTC)
catsudon: (point | OUT THE MASSIVE FLAWS)
From: [personal profile] catsudon
( To be fair, his deepest thoughts about what Viktor does behind closed doors have usually been, "I don't want to know." It's... unlikely to change anytime soon, unless it's Yuri's career on Viktor's desk, and Yuri himself on the far side of that formidable door.

Yuri frowns, squinting at Viktor, then as abruptly jerking his head back as he sees the plush. He reacts like Viktor expects when he tosses the cat his way; there's a sense of possessive rightness Yuri feels bloom under his breastbone as he catches the cat.

As abruptly, he throws it away, pulling his hands back and...

... backing out the door.
)

Why the hell do you have one of those too?!

( He doesn't like the fact the cat feels right in his hands, like it should be his. He hasn't liked it in any instance. That he himself looks a bit like a scalded cat as he hovers out in the hall escapes his notice: he's staring down at the plush before determinedly looking away, focusing on Viktor to exclude the adorable stuffed creature from his immediate line of sight. )

Date: 2017-03-31 10:20 pm (UTC)
catsudon: (shout | disapprove of what?!)
From: [personal profile] catsudon
( Viktor keeps talking. It keeps making no sense, especially when he's not even talking like... Yuri frowns. )

Vitya, what the hell are you talking about? Dave and Nastenka didn't start any stupid fan club until today, and that was because of things like that!

( Now he's angrily pointing right at the plush where it lies on the floor. )

There's no one to ask! For all I know, Retrospec decided they're fans and started sending these out to whoever they wanted!

Date: 2017-04-09 04:36 am (UTC)
catsudon: (point | OUT THE MASSIVE FLAWS)
From: [personal profile] catsudon
( He listens, incredulous, but paying close attention, because Viktor doesn't screw with him like this. Yuri's of the opinion the older man screws with him in other ways, but how much of that is reality versus teenage perception is a matter of debate.

But he's a keen kid, either way; he hears Vitya trail off, watches him turn around and check his phone. Sees the silence as much as he hears it, and then there it is: Viktor's answer.
)

You're so full of shit, Viktor! Fine, what-fucking-ever. You knew what Yuri's Angels were. But don't tell me. I'm sure it's worth keeping that to yourself. I'm so sure it's worth it.

( Yuri hasn't liked this, hasn't liked the implication, doesn't know about this die-hard fan club that Viktor Nikiforov is talking about without blinking: until, just as suddenly, he's not. Yuri's tired of this already, tired of what he perceives as being needless bullshit from someone he really, really wishes he could trust.

But he doesn't. That's just as evident when he shoves his hands into his jacket pockets and executes a flawless, still... too dramatic spin turn and stalks off. Not stomping, though there's something tempting there. He's unsettled enough that he wants to go think about this and the implications, even as he's definitely leaving Viktor with his new fuzzy friend and his helpful lack of transparency. He has enough to deal with in his life. He doesn't need to deal with more shitty adults being exactly that: shitty.

(Way too jaded, way too young. YURI.)
)

Date: 2017-04-09 06:48 am (UTC)
catsudon: (hair | i have a lot of it)
From: [personal profile] catsudon
( It's a visibly near thing, Yuri warring with the part of himself that wants to be taken seriously and the part of himself that says just get out of there and away from all this. He comes to a stop, shoulders hunched. Just as abruptly, he pivots and slams his foot against the wall. Enough to make a decent smacking sound, but not so hard to dent the drywall. He can't afford the property damage costs.

He doesn't look back to Viktor. Doesn't want to, because there are too many times he can remember just how Viktor looks around here drives him up a wall. He's already way too riled up. Even he knows that much.

It's still bitten off, but he does answer, pulling a hand out of his pocket and making a cutting motion across his chest, toward Viktor.
)

Don't put words in my mouth! I don't just believe in anyone's mind games, memories or otherwise.

( This time his eyes cut back to Viktor, chin tipping up; tell him that manipulation isn't a game, that anyone in this arena isn't as much a part of the possibility. That Viktor himself isn't a cagey asshole who plays whatever and whomever he wants. )

Proving or disproving means gathering information. Compare and contrast, or whatever you want to call it. What's the thing they say in primary school? "Sharing is caring."

( he spits that out, eyes cutting away from Viktor again. part of him believes in things like that. most of him doesn't. sharing is as much a matter of use and being useful to others or to himself. caring has jack all to do with it, except with a limited, limited pool of people. )

A load of bull. But sharing is one way to see if things line up in similar ways. Or if there're differences, what's different. Most people aren't sharing the same "memories." I've had people contacting me about those freaking cats all day. No one else thinks Yuri's Angels really existed. Just you.

( which is why he flashes him ... nothing, actually. he kicks off the wall, turning away to resume walking. he's done. he didn't ask for Viktor of all people to have anything shared about the hallucinomemories; worse that it's not even sharing so much as hallucinoremembering something Yuri didn't, and so strongly he hadn't even questioned it in the first place. it leaves him more tense, shoulders making that too obvious. he tugs on his hood and pulls that over his head as he keeps walking, making his pulling into himself all the more blatantly obvious and simply not caring. Yuri shuts out the world. it's his coping mechanism to keep his focus. if he has to do it for this, too...

... whatever. he'll manage it, as one of the only things his grandpa just doesn't understand. why couldn't he have shared hallucinomemories with Dave? Anya? even Sorey? people who for reasons he doesn't get he still knows give a shit about him?

(because life is never fair, and life is cruel, he figures, so it doesn't hurt, because it's exactly like he's always suspected. you can't be disappointed in being proven right about things when you're pessimistic.)
)

Date: 2017-04-09 08:14 am (UTC)
catsudon: (stand | ready to take on the world)
From: [personal profile] catsudon
( there is a long moment where yuri almost goes back. But there's more that viktor knows that yuri doesn't; being family, for one. Thinking that yuri hasn't suspected these are implanted. How hard he's tried to ignore them, and how it's getting harder.

He doesn't figure viktor cares. It's not his responsibility to listen. And in the end, yuri feels that discord in his heart.

He doesn't trust viktor. Viktor owes him nothing. This exchange isn't equal. Yuri won't let himself get trapped. They can keep it all professional. He can swallow it down and deal. He's done it before.

(He knows this isn't the wisest response. Knows it even as he turns his back on Viktor's door. Even as he wants those answers to see what it'd meant to Viktor.)

But he doesn't trust him outside the professional sphere.

And so, quietly, he leaves. Minus the moment where he kicks the doors open, but that is... sadly normal.
)
Edited (Mobile hates me) Date: 2017-04-09 08:15 am (UTC)

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