At least the rustling had stopped. Maybe he'd scared them awa-- oh, no, now the rustling was back and louder and definitely coming his way.
"Yuri?"
That was all the warning Yuri got before Victor Nikiforov appeared out of the tall grass, shirt half-unbuttoned, tie undone, and overcoat slung over one arm. He would have looked amazing if he hadn't looked so confused.
Still, he couldn't help smiling at the sight of Yuri. He glanced upward briefly, toward the brilliant purple sky, and then back down again to Yuri.
"It seems we have been mislaid by our respective itineraries," he said, for lack of any idea what to say in its place.
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"Yuri?"
That was all the warning Yuri got before Victor Nikiforov appeared out of the tall grass, shirt half-unbuttoned, tie undone, and overcoat slung over one arm. He would have looked amazing if he hadn't looked so confused.
Still, he couldn't help smiling at the sight of Yuri. He glanced upward briefly, toward the brilliant purple sky, and then back down again to Yuri.
"It seems we have been mislaid by our respective itineraries," he said, for lack of any idea what to say in its place.