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[yokunaru]

WHO: Everyone!
WHERE: Vkusno! Shaved Ice in the Shopping Centre
WHEN: 2/10 afternoon
WHAT: Valentine's Day Chocolate Workshop
WARNINGS: None so far


[After a handful of people expressed interest in learning how to make Valentine's Day chocolates, somehow what had started as tentative plans between a couple friends turned into a full on workshop.

The prep took a couple days, but in the end things were ready! The kitchens of Vkusno! Shaved Ice were secured for melting down the chocolates. The tables and chairs in the shop proper were all equipped with chocolate molds, decoration toppings, and other tools for anyone who stopped by to use. All that was left was to send out the invites via network:]

Chocolate making workshop at Vkusno! Shaved Ice is open now. We're on the 4th floor of the Shopping Centre if you want to join in.


(ooc: Please feel free to make your own top levels!)

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[genice]

( he sweeps in late because he's been practicing, taking advantage of Yuuri's workshop hours to workshop his own new program. it's exciting, and it's raw, and he's not going to have the polish that a season of perfecting would afford, but it will be genuine, and it will say what he wants to say with the whole of his body, skating there on the ice.

he looks to find Yuuri, a curious glance over the packed away and mostly clean area; he's happily exhausted, carrying his backpack slung over one shoulder and slipping around the counter to slide an arm around Yuuri's back, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his cheek. everything smells like chocolate, in a way he wouldn't call nostalgic, but a manner he does find fond. )

How's everything gone today?

[yokunaru]

The shop is still intact, so I think I’ll call it a success. [Yuuri turns his head, cheeks warm at the sudden act of affection. ] There were a few close calls in the kitchen, though.

[Closing his eyes, Yuuri allows himself to lean against Viktor for a second.] Didn’t think organizing a get together like this would be so tiring.

[genice]

( He hums, not replying straight away. It's nice to have this moment of respite in lives that are otherwise made busy through obligations they gave themselves, and the ones given to them by others. The Fek have needs that are met and organised by three humans with no diplomatic experience; Viktor is orchestrating his program to propose to Yuuri, officially; he works, theoretically, but in running the rink in technicalities now more than in marketing for Vkusno!

he has no regrets. just a kitchen that smells like chocolate and his heart held in his arms. )

Sounds like it's been an adventure. Almost ready to head home? ( speaking by Yuuri's ear: ) I can think of at least one person I know who could benefit from a nice shoulder massage after a tiring day.

( Yuuri. he means Yuuri. )

[yokunaru]

[Though his face heats up immediately at the offer, Yuuri simply turns his head to shyly give Viktor an affectionate peck on the cheek.]

It’s too bad there’s no onsen here. We could both use it—you must’ve worked really hard at the rink today, too. [Now curiosity tickles at him again. Yuuri knows Viktor’s been working on something for the exhibition, though he hasn’t seen it yet.] How’s the choreography coming along?

[genice]

( He makes a small noise of general pleasure when Yuuri kisses his cheek, giving Yuuri's shoulders a light squeeze as a promise for later even while he moves away, trailing through the kitchen. )

Better than I expected. Less than two weeks is a tough sell, but this is different. No judges, no scores, no future sponsorship deals...

( He smiles, less upset with this than he could be; this is him looking at his life being dismantled and unraveled with no callbacks to what it once was. )

Should be fun. I agree about the onsen... we could ask for one. Think they'd build it in the atrium if we filled out the right paperwork?

[yokunaru]

[That same smile is reflected on Yuuri's face as he goes back to the clean up. The shop is back to looking fairly clean and organized, but he still has a few things to put away before he can call it a day.]

Yeah... no judges, no scores. Just the choreography and the ice.

[It's the way he likes skating, of course, being able to express himself so freely without the pressure. But a part of him has always been competitive, too, and it's that part that mourns the loss of his career.]

[genice]

( They're both competitive, as part of their basic natures; Viktor may actually be more laid back, but that's tempered by how often he has won, how he'd lost that edge because it'd been something he'd stopped having to prove, had stopped being able to surprise and inspire people with. Yuuri had given that back to him.

Yuuri had given him back his love for the ice, and that burns strong even now. Even before Yuuri had arrived. )

Love on the ice.

( Viktor quips, apropos of nothing. He sets a few rinsed and dried bowls up on their proper shelf, tucking them back to keep them away from the edge. It's small busywork, largely unnecessary; he takes the chance after to lean his hip against the counter, arms folded over his chest as he watches Yuuri. )

Seems appropriate to the spirit of the holiday, doesn't it?

[yokunaru]

[Looking up after he puts the last of the pans and bowls away, Yuuri catches Viktor's gaze and feels a surge of affection run through him.]

Very appropriate. [With one last look around the kitchen and shop proper, Yuuri finally decides that he's cleaned up enough to avoid the owner's wrath...hopefully. He reaches for his bag and slips the bags of chocolates he'd made into them before straightening up.] I think that's all of it. Let's go.

[genice]

( He holds a hand out to Yuuri after moving away from the counter; time to head home. )

Feel up to taking a walk with Makkachin once we're back? It's been a long day.

( He understands if Yuuri would prefer otherwise, even as they head out of the store, leaving it locked up behind them. )

[yokunaru]

[It feels like second nature to fit his hand into Viktor's at this point.]

A walk sounds nice. I'd like that. [Yuuri adjusts his bag on his shoulder, smiling.] We can pick up dinner while we're out. I think I've seen enough of the kitchen for today.

[genice]

Ah, good plan. What do you feel like? Noodles?

( there's at least a variety of noodles that can be found throughout the ship. Viktor gives his hand a squeeze, idly swinging their hands between them as they walk along, heading for the lifts between levels. )

[yokunaru]

If we're going with noodles, there's a place that makes something I've been wanting to try. It looks like yakisoba, but I'm not sure if it'll taste the same or not.

[Space food... always an adventure, even when you don't mean for it to be. Speaking of adventure, though, Yuuri perks up.] Hey, Viktor? Has Shiro or the princess mentioned anything about food goo to you?

[genice]

Mm, yakisoba... that'd be nice.

( though even if it doesn't, chances are Viktor will enjoy it regardless. that's the simpler ease in dining with Victor: he's willing to try a great many things at least once.

Yuuri's question earns a tilt of his head and a small smile. )

No, not that I remember. Don't they serve something like that in some of the cafeterias here?

[yokunaru]

Do they? [Yuuri's distracted for a moment as he tries to recall.]

Ah, I was asking because one of the princess' paladins came in to the workshop earlier. Apparently the goo is all they've been eating on the castle for a while, so she was pretty desperate for some chocolate.

[genice]

Mmhmm!

( he pulls a face of mild disgust imagining this. )

That doesn't sound like any fun... though I almost want to try it once. Which paladin was this? I'm really only familiar with Shiro, though I've seen a few new faces on the comm lines lately.

[yokunaru]

Her name's Pidge. Glasses. Short brown hair, maybe around Yurio's age.

[Yuuri sighs softly.]

I didn't realize any of the Paladins would be that young. I wonder how old they were when they started training.

[genice]

I'm not sure. I've never really asked Shiro, but...

( he shrugs his shoulders. in the end, around Yurio's age is an entirely reasonable age for sad reasons to Viktor. he doesn't find it that odd. )

Can't imagine what that's like. National pride is one thing, but defending the whole of a universe? What incredible scale.