[ Birth. Something about that tickles him in just such a way, tears a harsh bark of what might've been a laugh in a better time and place from his throat. It isn't so much loud as it is sharp, a single sound that cuts the air around him. Yuri doesn't quite know what makes the phrasing funny to him, at first.
No, not funny. Absurd. ]
Birth, huh... That's one way to put it. Seemed more like a dirt-nap to me.
[ Yuri had, as a matter of course, already lifted a hand to procure his own handkerchief, but the offered one stills him. It wouldn't avail him much to dig his own out of his clothing before he rids himself of the dirt clinging to his apparel so, with a stiffness that may be suspicion and may be something else entirely, he carefully accepts the offered cloth. ]
...Thanks. I'll see I get this washed before I return it.
[ A statement of intent before Yuri makes any move to actually use the handkerchief, sweeping his free hand down the front of his corset, sending bits of dirt sprinkling down from whence it came. ]
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No, not funny. Absurd. ]
Birth, huh... That's one way to put it. Seemed more like a dirt-nap to me.
[ Yuri had, as a matter of course, already lifted a hand to procure his own handkerchief, but the offered one stills him. It wouldn't avail him much to dig his own out of his clothing before he rids himself of the dirt clinging to his apparel so, with a stiffness that may be suspicion and may be something else entirely, he carefully accepts the offered cloth. ]
...Thanks. I'll see I get this washed before I return it.
[ A statement of intent before Yuri makes any move to actually use the handkerchief, sweeping his free hand down the front of his corset, sending bits of dirt sprinkling down from whence it came. ]