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badirfly said: "Shit, my lips are so dry. This fucking weather..."
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Yuuri brings a finger to his cracked bottom lip and winces when he pulls it away dotted with a bit of blood.
“Yuuri.” Victor barks, and startles Yuuri into looking up at him.
Victor is standing over him with an absolute murderous expression and the cursed container of Chanel lip balm, that he carries everywhere, balanced in his palm.
Yuuri just winces harder, he knows what is about to happen, and exactly what lecture he’s about to receive about ‘not knowing how to take care of himself.’ He could probably recite it by heart.
“Victor please don’t.” He pleads, widening his eyes and settling into his best puppy dog expression. He knows Victor is weak for this, and doesn’t even feel guilty about using it. “I don’t need to use your lip balm.”
“Yes you do!” Victor counters hotly and uncaps the lip balm himself. “You obviously won’t use your own! Besides mine is better anyway.”
Victor dips his finger in and moves closer, but Yuuri pulls a face and dodges. “Please no.”
Victor jolts back. His expression immediately changing to worry. “Is something wrong Yuuri?”
“N-no.” Yuuri bites his sore bleeding lip without thinking and mutters a bit unconvincingly.
“Did I do something wrong? Are you feeling okay? I’m sorry if I was too pushy.” Victor questions hastily, his balm covered finger still hovering dangerously between them.
Yuuri just shakes his head, and makes a firm resolution to use his own drug store chapstick from now on so he can avoid this exact situation.
Victor is still looking at him with expectant concern, and Yuuri finally just sighs and steels himself to tell Victor the truth.
“You didn’t do anything wrong Victor,” He pauses, and moves his hand to Victor’s wrist so he can lower the offensive finger, “but I can’t use your lip balm because it tastes like molded vegetables, and honestly makes me nauseous.”