[ Dimitri makes his appearance just as Yuri sets his basket on the counter nearest him. Assuming the man had to be asleep, it struck him as best to simply leave the treats there for him and go, but there the man is. Despite himself, Yuri's shoulders jump ever so slightly before he turns toward the souce of that familiar voice. ]
So you're up after all.
[ Yes, that's it, that's the greeting. Nothing about how he happens to be in Dimitri's kitchen at two in the morning. It's rather a shame Springstar knows no true night, but most people seem to maintain normal hours. Yuri just never has been that person, and Byleth's cyptid sleep habits assure he never will be. ]
I thought I'd leave these here for you.
[ He taps the basket lightly, absent his usual gloves. With the heat of Springstar's summer being an unavoidable reality, Yuri had reluctantly shed some of his layers of clothing, leaving his cape, gloves, and jacket back at his residence. The ridiculous boots, however, remain. ]
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So you're up after all.
[ Yes, that's it, that's the greeting. Nothing about how he happens to be in Dimitri's kitchen at two in the morning. It's rather a shame Springstar knows no true night, but most people seem to maintain normal hours. Yuri just never has been that person, and Byleth's cyptid sleep habits assure he never will be. ]
I thought I'd leave these here for you.
[ He taps the basket lightly, absent his usual gloves. With the heat of Springstar's summer being an unavoidable reality, Yuri had reluctantly shed some of his layers of clothing, leaving his cape, gloves, and jacket back at his residence. The ridiculous boots, however, remain. ]