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This time around Phichit turns his entire body towards the Swatch booth in a way that's unmistakable. He makes direct eye contact with Viktor. He points back at Yuuri, who's up on his tiptoes again trying to adjust the sign Celestino absolutely does not know about and did not approve. Phichit stares down his best friend’s crush, points at his best friend's excellent ass, and winks. And nods.
Viktor Nikiforov’s eyes widen.
‘Get a top,’ Phichit mouths. He waggles his eyebrows for good measure.
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Omg amazing
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BYE PHICHIT IS THE MVP also the art was so good wtaf????
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1. Phichit peeks out through the corner of his eye at the Swatch booth down the way, just across from the Nordstrom. Word on the food court this morning is watch stand heartthrob Viktor Nikiforov has been blatantly staring in the direction of J.Crew instead of doing his job for the last two weeks. Word being the gossip of one of the other watch stand regulars, who gives Phichit a little wave and a wink before turning back to help a customer. Phichit doesn't know Chris particularly well, but he knows Yuuri, which means this is a lead he absolutely has to verify.
If Chris’s word is wrong it's no big thing. If Viktor has been staring at Phichit this whole time, well, Phichit is flattered, but nothing is ever going to happen there. Yuuri means more to Phichit than any heartthrob ever could. But if Viktor has been staring at Yuuri, then.
2. Yuuri peels off a few strips of tape and sticks them to the fingers of his left hand. Phichit straightens the sign as best he can and then plops his hand in the middle of it to hold it in place. Rising up on the very tips of his toes, Yuuri begins to apply the tape to the corners of the sign one by one. They really are a good team. Plus, when Yuuri stretches his hands over his head his shirt rides up and his khakis slip down down down to rest low on his hips. It's better than Phichit could have planned.Once the sign is up they stand back and look at all of their hard work. It reads
BUY A BOTTOM
GET A TOP
in plain black text on a plain white background.
Phichit looks back to the watch stand. This time Viktor Nikiforov is there, leaning towards them with his forearms resting on the glass countertop. This is it. This is Phichit’s time.
3. This time around Phichit turns his entire body towards the Swatch booth in a way that's unmistakable. He makes direct eye contact with Viktor. He points back at Yuuri, who's up on his tiptoes again trying to adjust the sign Celestino absolutely does not know about and did not approve. Phichit stares down his best friend’s crush, points at his best friend's excellent ass, and winks. And nods.Viktor Nikiforov’s eyes widen.
‘Get a top,’ Phichit mouths. He waggles his eyebrows for good measure.
Viktor Nikiforov’s eyes flick away from Phichit’s. They come to rest on Yuuri and stay there. The bridge of Viktor’s nose begins to redden. Yeah, Phichit knew it! There's no way Viktor was looking at anyone but Yuuri for the last two weeks. The look he’s giving Yuuri right now does not lie.
From behind Viktor, Chris shoots Phichit double finger guns.
There, Phichit thinks as he turns away for the last time and shepherds Yuuri back into the store. Let's see what Viktor Nikiforov does with that.
4. Phichit steps on Yuuri’s feet when he tries to stand. Yuuri squeaks again, louder this time. Viktor quirks an eyebrow, but Phichit gives him Sunny Smile #7. “Silly Yuuri! Don’t you remember you came over to take your break? Are you on break, Viktor?” Viktor smiles, shrugs, and Phichit has the strong impression that he is not, and that working hours do not often impact his decisions, “Do you mind keeping my friend company?”
“Not at all!” Viktor scoots his chair even closer to Yuuri’s. One more scoot and he’ll be in Yuuri’s lap.
“Great!” Phichit crows.
He and Yuuri share a furious wordless conversation in the moment he collects Yuuri’s trash and stands.
‘I just went on break and my time is up this is your break what are you doing?’ Yuuri’s eyebrows demand.