"I'm friends with Yuri." That's all Yuri needed to hear to make him want to hate Phichit. If he was close to the other Yuri, then he didn't need another one in his life.

"Wait- hey, what's that look for?" No doubt the look of disgust on his face was a dead giveaway he was no longer interested in talking. Not that he was to begin with. "It's because I mentioned the other Yuri, right? Don't worry, I didn't want to meet you to talk about him!"

Honestly it didn't matter if Phichit had wanted to meet Yuri or not- being in the Grand Prix Finals almost meant that they had to meet. It just so happened they had both arrived early, purely coincidence bumping into one another at the airport.

"I've heard a lot about you- I'm thrilled to see you skate live today!" His smile was irritating, but the kind of irritating where you couldn't take your eyes off of it, no matter how hard you try.

"Let's both do our best today, okay? I'll see you in practice!" He hated the way he was so sincere in everything he said. Like he really meant it. He must…want something from him, surly.

So why was it he found himself watching Phichit so intently on the ice? He found himself entranced, no, that's not what he wanted to say. Perplexed was a better word. And being perplexed wasn't something that Yuri did. Yuri skates. He doesn't get interested in other skaters, and he worries about himself, mostly. Not to mention he couldn't afford to be distracted, not on a day like this. He'd be skating for his legacy, for his Grandfather.

But Phichits movement were full of such wonder, such grace and he never once looked like he was struggling or upset in any way. It wasn't as if he didn't take this seriously, because he knew exactly what Phichit's presence meant. Although Yuri didn't concern himself with much outside of his own practice, he wasn't so focused as to be ignorant of the competition.

Taking a moment to himself, Yuri crossed the threshold between the ice and the hard flooring outside the rink, slipping on his hard guards.
Just a moment to think, just a moment to breathe.

It was an absurd notion, but the idea that another skater who wasn't an annoying asshole was being friendly with him and seeming so sincere was a little exciting. He had barely spoken to Phichit, but his kind personality shone bright in a way that made him feel like no matter what he said it would always be honest and from the heart. It pissed him off, it made his blood boil that a person could be so open in that way, that he could shake him in this way that no one else had before.

Making his way to the lobby of the hotel, he could only sigh. Practice had gone much better after calming down a little and re-focusing. Tomorrow would be a new day, and he knew more of the skaters would be landing bright and early if they hadn't already arrived.

"Oye, Yuri!" Why was it that he just so happens to run into Phichit again, right as he's getting ready to duck out for the night?

"…P….." Time to get in the elevator. He pulled himself swiftly to the elevator, smashing the button as fast as he could while staring at the floor.

"You feeling okay there? I already called for the elevator, it'll be here soon." Suddenly he was very close, and he could smell him. Taking note of his scent when he was so close…Peeking up behind his thick blonde bangs, Yuri took a sharp breath.

"I'm fine, do you mind? You're too damn close." Fuck, he didn't mean to sound so harsh. Why did everything he said sound so angry all the time?

"Ah, sorry. You're just really red, and I was..." Hm. His voice trailed off before he smiled again. Idiot, what's so great you have to smile about it all the time?

Stepping into the now open elevator, they silently stepped in, going up. Ah, he already hit the button for Yuri's floor, meaning they were on the same floor then. What was the likelihood they'd be in rooms right next to each other?

More likely than they may have thought.