Fran's brow furrowed in confusion as he watched the skaters around him. He clung to Mukuro's indigo blazer as he narrowed his eyes on one in particular. His brother had always introduced him to his fellow skaters, but for some reason, he never introduced this one. Fran tugged on his sitter's jacket causing the teen to glance down with a smirk.
"What is it little one?"
"Take me over there." He all out demanded.
Mukuro glanced over to where the child pointed and a sharp grin stretched across his face.
"Of course."
There was absolutely no way in hell Mukuro would pass up the chance to see what his charge would say. He took Fran's hand and made his way over to the living legend of the ice, Viktor Nikiforov. The ash blonde male was speaking with one of Noel's old rink mates that left America and their coach this season. The Japanese man looked determined, but that quickly melted to confusion upon seeing the two approach them. Yuuri smiled, squatting down to Fran's height.
"Hey, Fran you remember me?" He asked hopefully.
Fran nodded making his layered locks bob with his head.
"Milkshake." Fran said patting the man's cheeks.
Yuuri sighed in resignation, Mukuro snorted in amusement, and Viktor damn near choked in shock. Fran raised his arms demanding to be picked up. Yuuri lifted the boy up and settled him on his hip.
"I was hoping you knew my actual name, but I see Noel never bothered to correct you." He said before glancing up at Viktor. "Fran this is my coach Viktor."
Fran took advantage of his new vantage point and stared up at the Russian male hard in concentration before speaking.
"Why does your forehead take up so much space, Is your hair running away from your eyebrows?" He asked innocently.
Viktor stumbled back with a look of horror on his face as he clutched the front of his coat where his heart would be. A pitiful whine escaped from him before he looked up to Yuuri with teary eyes. Mukuro outright laughed at the child's words. Yuuri just sighed in resignation.
"You're not bald Viktor." He said as if it was a normal occurrence.
"But yuuuuuriiiii." The Russian warbled with wet doe eyes.
Mukuro had managed to calm down long enough to speak to the two.
"That was worth this entire trip."
"Your a vicious thing aren't you?" Yuuri said staring at the teen with slight trepidation as he set Fran back on his feet. "Did you learn that from Noel too?"
Mukuro smirked and started to reply when he heard his name being called. He glanced over his shoulder to see a rapidly approaching Noel in his short program costume. Yuuri blushed a bit at the sight, but Viktor and the two adolescents didn't bat an eye.
"Bonjour Chérie." Noel cooed pecking Mukuro's cheek.
He repeated the action with a slightly struggling Fran before smiling at his former roommate.
"Yuuri my sweet thick little milkshake!" Noel laughed pulling the skater into a tight hug and kissing both of his cheeks in greeting.
"Hi, Noel." Yuuri smiled sheepishly at the affectionate male. "Why does your brother not know my name? Does he have a name for Phichit too?"
Noel smirked bending over to be eye level with his baby brother. Mukuro glared at a nearby rink assistant who ran into a wall as he stared at the skater's slightly visibly backside.
"Who's my other roommate my little mermaid?"
"Peaches." Fran said immediately as he raised his arms to be picked up.
Noel grinned lifting the small boy and settling him on his lace clad hip. Yuuri groaned.
"What happened?" Noel asked in French while looking at Mukuro expectantly.
The teen grinned nodding toward the blank-faced child.
"He called the living legend bald."
Noel snorted before full on laughing at the Russian skater.
"Viktor isn't bald baby." Noel cooed at the scrunched up face of the child. "In fact, his hair use to be nearly as long as mine."
"Use to?" Fran asked with a tilt of his head.
"Yes, little Fran." A deep and almost erotic voice said as Christophe Giacometti wandered up to the group.
He did a once over of Noel and gave an appreciative whistle.
"My you are a vision in lace aren't you vixen." He purred.
"All the better to make a man hot and bothered my dear." Noel smirked casting a glance over to a scowling figure in the nearby stands.
Chris glanced up and grinned at the sight.
"Nice catch." He said appreciatively.
"Why thank you." Noel grinned.
Fran tugged on a piece of Noel's loose hair to gain his attention. Noel gave him a questioning look.
"Peaches is coming." Fran informed pointing at a rapidly approaching Phichit.
The Thai skater rushed up to them pulling the Frenchman and his brother into a tight squeeze.
"Bubbles that was awesome!" Phichit cried before whipping out his selfie stick and held it up above them. "Selfie!"
Noel immediately smiled and gave the camera a teasing wink as the skaters bracketed Fran and squished their cheeks together. Once Phichit posted the photo he grinned at the gathered group with a bright smile. He reached out to pinch Fran's cheek earning an unhappy whine and little hands trying to bat away the fingers.
"So do you think he took the bait?" He asked.
"Naturally." Noel replied.
"Then all you need to do is string him along and you'll find yourself in bed quicker than your pole descent." Phichit said confidently.
"That was more than I needed to know about you." Mukuro frowned.
"Just be glad I told M I was heading to the bathroom and not Fran. She was desperate to see you after her 'sexy' performance." Noel sighed.
"You mean your sexy performance." Phichit corrected.
"What about Yuuri's? He left us and became a damn sex god." Noel laughed.
"Noel!" Yuuri hissed.
"Milkshake is a sex god?" Fran asked.
Yuuri blushed in embarrassment.