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  18. 11 Jul 2018

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    Bookmark Notes:

    Wonderful funny, touching, and heart warming series. A great retelling of the banquet, then of the series from Viktor's POV, then transitiong to St Petersburg (complete with a fantastic long 5 + 1 interlude where Yurio is tormented by their sappiness/horniness combo), and a reflectionist piece where Yuuri is contemplating all that is Viktor and how on earth he could be with him (complete with wedding, which is referenced rather than depicted).
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    “Excuse me, but when I arrived in Hasetsu, I knew even fewer people than he does here in Russia. And when I was there, I didn’t call Yakov all the time, reminiscing about all the things I missed--”

    “Yeah,” Yuri snaps, jabbing a finger into Viktor’s chest. “That’s because the only family you give a damn about is Yakov and your dog, one of which you took with you!”

    That stuns Viktor into silence -- a long, cold one. But Yuri doesn’t relent. He keeps going, keeps backing Viktor into a corner.

    “Besides your skating career, which you later reclaimed anyway, you barely left anything behind,” he points out. “You barely had a home to leave. But Yuuri has a whole family of people back in Hasetsu. Nice people, even I’ll admit. So you better bet your ass that I’d be a little homesick too. Fuck, sometimes I miss that place almost as much as he probably does--”

    “I--” Viktor stammers, realization dawning on his features.

    “Honestly, how could you be so fucking stupid? You finally found a family beyond a poodle and a skating coach, someone who loves you a disgusting amount , and you’re already determined to lose them. Wake the fuck up! This is pork cutlet bowl we’re talking about. He’s emotional. Deal with it. And stop making him cry with your stupidity, for fuck’s sake.”

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