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Victor was sprawled across his bed, propped up by a number of fluffy pillows against the headboard. His eyes ran over the words on the page as Yuuri recited them. “How was that?” Yuuri asked, coming to a pause. Victor set the papers aside. “It was good, but maybe don’t pace so much.” Yuuri didn’t heed the advice. If anything, his pacing got faster. “There’s going to be so many people. And reporters. And then tomorrow a bunch of analysts are going to take my speech apart word for word and figure out what’s wrong with it. I don’t know how you do it.” Victor frowned. All he’d done was a press conference and a few phone interviews over the last two weeks to explain away him stepping out of sword fighting to “focus on his duties as a …show more content…

“When it’s not the first thing on your mind. You are still coming for my birthday, right?” It was nearly a month too late to be considered a birthday, party; it was more of just Chris needing an excuse to check out Capitol City’s party scene. Victor had coaxed Yuuri into going, but he still doubted that Yuuri wouldn’t find an excuse to get out of it. “Yeah but…ugh. I don’t know your friends, it’s going to be weird.” Victor hummed thoughtfully. “They’re Chris’s friends, I don’t know who he’s bringing along; I might know some of them, but we’re basically in the same boat.” Yuuri sighed, looking conflicted. “I’ll just-I’ll try to dress inconspicuously.” Victor did not point out that Yuuri would probably get recognized anywhere even if he wore a sack over his head. “Clubs are dark with weird lighting. I promise it’ll be fun.” Yuuri smiled reassuringly. “I said I’d go.” “I’m looking forward to it.” The last couple of weeks had been so hectic, quitting competitive dueling aside, Victor hadn’t realized just how many documents needed his signature in the process of officially being Yuuri’s bodyguard. He shuffled the papers. “You want to try again? He went through it a few more times, and it sounded fine to Victor, but Yuuri kept finding tiny inconsistencies. The words were mush by the sixth time, his eyes gliding, rather than reading them over, when the door vibrated. A silver panel peeled back to

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