Yuri sets the bottle onto the table, glaring at it like it was the one who had caused him offense. Clearly, it was all Dasani's fault. Whoever Dasani was. Who names water "dasani"? Who was the bastard who thought bottling water was a lucrative idea to begin with? Who was the worst bastard who agreed and marketed it?

At least it wasn't Evian or some other fancy water. What even made water fancy? Fish shit in all water.

"Of course you couldn't dream of it, I saw pictures of you at my age. You were fat." He wasn't THAT fat but Yuuri was clearly trying to get Yuri to react differently to the situation.

"Please, Katsuki, with how badly you did last year I'm sure everyone thought you wandered off to Aokigahara when you got home." He gives Yuuri a dirty look. "Don't say I never learned any Japanese for the sake of communicating with you."

Stupid language. Overly difficult.

"Everyone was just as amazed to see you show your face again as they were with me winning gold."

Yuri was painfully embarrassed that he'd gotten so upset. If he had to deflect with pointed, particularly mean comments he would. Maybe it'd make Yuuri go away and stop doing that weird.. .. Dad thing.