the short folded up in a glossy black box in the bag victor swung nonchalantly was a soft as silk, but victor couldn't have cared less.
katsudon: well hi again
vnikiforov: hi
katsudon: what are you trying to do
katsudon: how much?
vnikiforov: don't start that up again
vnikiforov: i was just bored
vnikiforov: and fancied talking
katsudon: to me?
katsudon: wow
katsudon: i make a good impression
katsudon: how did you find my sc
katsudon: chris give it to you?
victor bit his lip.
vnikiforov: yeah
vnikiforov: he did
katsudon: ah
katsudon: so what do you want
victor laughed out loud to himself in the street, and got a few worried looks from passersby, wondering why a world-famous figure skater was laughing to himself in the middle of japan.
vnikiforov: i don't know
vnikiforov: i actually don't know
vnikiforov: lmao k bye then
katsudon: 👋🏻
victor hesitated.
vnikiforov: wait
vnikiforov: yuri you still there
katsudon: present
katsudon: what's wrong now
vnikiforov: are you going to georgi's?
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M.O.N.E.Y • viktuuri ✔️
Fanfictionin which fame isn't kind to teenage celebrity victor nikiforov, and he pays a dark haired boy to make him feel less lonely. copyright @beautifulpyscho 2017 •lowercase intended• snapchat fic//dialogue//texting and a shit load of the 1975 trigger warn...
