“Yakov, you know Yuuri and I are Drift compatible,” cried Viktor. “You saw it! We practically had sex in the Kwoon!” At his side, a choking sound was heard, presumably Chris repressing laughter.
There was a loud slam on the table, where Yakov’s hand now rested. “Viktor Yakovlevich,” he said slowly, “why are you like this?”
wabi sabi 