( If anything, having someone make half the statements this man has made while looking serious, for a given understanding of serious, inclines Victor to be as serious. Even if he's talking about faerie carnivals. One of Yuri's nicknames flashes through the back of his mind: The Russian Fairy. He holds back a smile, figuring if this is a dream, or a jest, it might as well be Yuri Plisetsky's temperament being likened to the fae of folktales he grew up with.
Nonsensical thoughts. His eyes do a gentle sweet of the area, but there's no glint of cameras, no one else he sees in a casual glance. His gaze settles on his conversational partner. )
I paid in rubles. ( For an entry fee. ) Ah, for picking things up, not so much. How about being handed things? ( Somewhat forcibly being handed things in spite of attempts to refuse them, considering he only found carnival games interesting when he was with either one of the Yuri's. )
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Nonsensical thoughts. His eyes do a gentle sweet of the area, but there's no glint of cameras, no one else he sees in a casual glance. His gaze settles on his conversational partner. )
I paid in rubles. ( For an entry fee. ) Ah, for picking things up, not so much. How about being handed things? ( Somewhat forcibly being handed things in spite of attempts to refuse them, considering he only found carnival games interesting when he was with either one of the Yuri's. )