Once they'd put finally put away Yuuri's things, Yuri attacked the empty moving boxes with the same relentless efficiency as a general mowing through enemy territory, and before they'd even settled down for tea, he'd wrestled half-a-dozen empty boxes into folded submission. "Can I get these," he -- said? demanded? -- and glared at Viktor's understanding snort, before continuing, defensive, "Potya likes playing with boxes."

"Well, of course Potya is welcome to them," Yuuri said: he shook his head at Viktor while Yuri harrumphed triumphantly and went back to putting his trophies into the entrance room - even if Yuri looked like he was having as much fun toying with moving supplies as he claimed his cat would have, it was probably best for peacekeeping's sake not to say make the comparison aloud; when Yuri returned and perched himself atop the sofa the moment Viktor moved away to refill his cup, Yuuri drowned his own giggle into his tea, and smiled happily at the nascent bickering.