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[yokunaru]

I hope no one minds answering this: What languages did you speak or write back in your world/galaxy/universe/etc? If you have the time, could you also write out the alphabet of the languages you know and attach a picture of them in your reply?

I recently found out that a language I know matches up with someone else's, and we aren't even from the same galaxy. It could be interesting to see if any others are the same. I don't know if this information will be useful later on, but I'm going to keep a record of it all just in case.

I'll send a copy of the file to anyone who wants it later. Thanks.

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[yokunaru]

Wait, you got other gifts? [Yuuri looks up at that.] I know you found it in your room one day...

[His fingertips gently ruffle the tribble's fur as he frowns a little.] I haven't seen any shops selling anything like Konpeito either. You'd think they would've made more of these if they're supposed to help people relax.

[genice]

( He nods, lifting a hand to gesture to the three or four flower crowns that hung from a corner of the shelf behind his desk. )

Those, and Konpeito. I gave Captain Andor three. He had people he wanted to remember.

( Most of them have shown up since. Not all. The end results is leaving Viktor with the rest, though he doesn't know what to make of those anymore than the dustbunny. )

[yokunaru]

Flower crowns? [Yuuri's amused despite himself, and slips off the bed to get a closer look at the gifts.] I'm surprised they haven't wilted yet.

[With a smile, he plucks one from the shelf, walks back to the bed, and places it on Viktor's head. He waits with an expectant air.] Do you think it does anything?

[Look, if Kon is actually an advanced robot, doesn't that mean the flower crowns could technically be something else, too?]

[genice]

( Viktor blinks, opening his mouth to comment on them not wilting... then again, he isn't sure if the flowers were ever real. Or not. Technology here is a little misleading. )

To be honest, I didn't even know if the flowers were real...

( Ducking his head so that Yuuri can place his crown properly, he breathes out in a soft snort, adjusting his crown with a half smile. )

Hope not. It's been a while since I was wearing anything like these.

( Though this one looks like holly boughs and leaves woven together into a crown, the flowers on it smaller, less obvious. )

If they end up being something more than a flower crown, life's going to get even more exciting. And you'll be wearing... ( up he goes in turn, half bounding over to select one of the remaining flower crowns, inspecting it and giving a firm nod of his head. Viktor turns and comes back to Yuuri, crowning him in turn. ) ... this one!

[yokunaru]

You had a blue one at the European Championships once, didn't you? Back when you still had long hair. [Just casually letting slip how long he's actually been following Viktor's skating career, no big deal.

Yuuri grins as he adjusts the flower crown Viktor's placed on him in turn, fingers brushing the dark blue petals softly.]

I don't feel any different. Looks like they're just normal flower crowns.

[genice]

Did I?

( he tries to remember... it sounds familiar, and after a moment, he can remember at which european championship. though he does quirk his eyebrows up, amused either way. )

You weren't more than what, thirteen, fourteen at the time? Did you catch the livestream?

( gentle teasing, tbh. it's flattering to realise you'd been watching him for at least that long, Yuuri. )

That's back when I first met Chris, I think.

[yokunaru]

Yes. [To both of those questions! He doesn't mind Viktor knowing that he's been a fan for a while--the poster collection is a whole different story, though.] I'd been competing for about a year at the time.

[Now it's Yuuri's turn to look amused.]

Chris was pretty different back then. I think I have a picture saved somewhere from when we were both competing as Juniors... ah, it's probably in my laptop back home, though.

[genice]

( He finds himself pressing his hand over his breastbone, the admission surprisingly sweet. His fond smile and shake of his head, and the flower crown by extension, amuses more than anything else. )

He was so pure back that... fresh as a summer breeze through the Alps.

( Viktor, who the hell talks like that? (He does.) )

Such a sweet young boy, and now, such a sexy man.

( The fact he says this completely straight faced and without anything salacious whatsoever is probably a great indication of how Viktor fit Chris into his life as his best lil skater buddy over the last oh, near ten years. Chris was always there, always following in after Viktor. Always game to be swimming at dark in the winter in water cold enough to give everyone a case of the significant shivers. )

[yokunaru]

[Yuuri snort-laughs before he can stop himself, and then he claps a hand over his mouth, looking sheepish.]

A fresh summer breeze? [Though he's managed to bite back his laughter now, his eyes still dance with mirth.] Have you actually told him that description before?

[genice]

( Victor holds up a finger, smiling. )

Absolutely!

( What kind of restraint do you think Viktor has, Yuuri... )

[yokunaru]

[Clearly he should have known better...] Of course you did.

[And of course Chris would have simply laughed it off, Yuuri thinks, his smile dimming when he remembers that's one more person he'll probably never see again.

He would've thought he'd be better about this now, but sometimes these moments just hit him out of nowhere.]

[genice]

( Viktor seems to understand; or he feels a similar pang, which is true. Chris has been a friend and fellow competitor for the last nine years at least; ten, really, considering when he entered the seniors division. He's always been there, a step behind Viktor, but it was an interesting sort of comfort to know the skill that couldn't be denied standing there with the silver so often.

Which might have sounded egotistical, except that Viktor knew he earned his place, just as Chris earned his place, competing that hard and showing that skill against their fellow skaters. It'd never been a sure thing, not really.

He settles down next to Yuuri, leaning his shoulder against him. If that doesn't seem poorly received, he'll slide his arm around Yuuri's midback, tugging him closer. )

It's tough. Remembering.

[yokunaru]

[Their flower crowns rustle as Yuuri shifts to better lean against Viktor, but he doesn't reach up to move them out of the way.]

Yeah... do you think it's going to get any easier?

[Missing them, he means. Before Viktor can answer though, he suddenly pulls away, sitting straight up.]

We have our phones with us! [Yuuri makes an aborted move toward his pocket, remembering belatedly that he'd left his phone back in his own room.] Maybe we can have the pictures of everyone we have saved on there printed out.

[genice]

( Whatever he might have said is forestalled as Yuuri sits up straight, Viktor watching him intently, not sure of what's going through his head until the moment he understands. His eyes light up; he reaches out and end sup coming off the bed in order to take Yuuri by the shoulders with a broad smile. )

Yuuri, that's brilliant! Like a scrapbook, or a photo album! I know they have things here that will work like that for us.

[yokunaru]

Really? [A hesitant smile tugs at his lips. The idea had come to him randomly, striking him from nowhere. Knowing that Viktor's on board with it warms him.]

Should we each have one or should we... share it?

[genice]

Hmm, I wonder...

( he doesn't wonder at all, but he allows himself that time and the glint of inspiration in his eyes before he leans forward again, bringing his forehead to rest against Yuuri's. )

I think it'd be something lovely for us to share.

( a memory book of both their important friends and family and lives, intertwined. )

[yokunaru]

Okay. [Voice soft, he agrees, smile turning sweeter and more assured.] Then we’ll share one. We can go through the pictures on our phones today and pick out the ones we want printed.

[Though Yuuri’s never really been one for Instagram or snapping pictures of everything like certain people, he’s always saved the pictures of friends if he particularly liked them. It’s a habit that he’s infinitely grateful for now.]

[genice]

( Viktor nods once again, finding himself once again so glad that he has Yuuri with him here, for all the selfishness that implies. )

Sounds good. Pick them out today, and we can get them all printed later this week.

( a plan to put in action, and one more small way of binding into memory all the people and places they love and will never see again. refugees in another universe. who would have ever predicted that?

not Viktor. not Yuuri. yet the two of them are managing to get by, and he can only think to himself, thank you. )