( He chuckles, pulling his head back to look toward his best friend. Makkachin tosses his head up and taps his feet impatiently against the floor; Yuuri moves more quickly than Viktor does, but it's far from a hardship to reach out and take his hand to be pulled up onto his feet.
Moreso because he shifts his grip on Yuuri's hand so that they're holding hands afterward, lips quirked into something self-amused. If he can get away with it, he's walking them both toward the door and the leash hanging off to the side. )
Do we even own any bags to bring along? This is as bad as catching up after two continents worth of jetlag.
( He lets go of Yuuri's hand (if he's kept it this long), reluctant but efficient as he unhooks the leash and attached collar, buckling both around Makkachin's neck. His dog squirms at the delay, licking at Viktor's arm before whirling around to nose the door. Out? He laughs, obliging his canine by opening the door and letting the poodle take the lead. Stepping out into the hall, he waits for Yuuri to close the door — holding out his hand to him once again, just in case. )
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Moreso because he shifts his grip on Yuuri's hand so that they're holding hands afterward, lips quirked into something self-amused. If he can get away with it, he's walking them both toward the door and the leash hanging off to the side. )
Do we even own any bags to bring along? This is as bad as catching up after two continents worth of jetlag.
( He lets go of Yuuri's hand (if he's kept it this long), reluctant but efficient as he unhooks the leash and attached collar, buckling both around Makkachin's neck. His dog squirms at the delay, licking at Viktor's arm before whirling around to nose the door. Out? He laughs, obliging his canine by opening the door and letting the poodle take the lead. Stepping out into the hall, he waits for Yuuri to close the door — holding out his hand to him once again, just in case. )