[ He didn't look at all perturbed, or impressed by the other's manners, or his mannerisms, for that matter. Whatever air of danger and strength that the other exuded; the calm, understated presence of something that could have possibly been more sinister rolled off of Yuri's back like water. Disregarded as quickly as it was perhaps observed, if the teen noticed it at all. He cocked his head back, nostrils flaring a bit as the eye shadowed by his hair came into view through strands of flaxen blond, his lip curling back a little in disdain. ]
Suck on your apology old man. [ He spits it back, his hands in his pockets as he continues to glower at the other, before glancing at the book in the other's hands, and pursing his lips. ]
Do you speak it? [ The Russian rolls from his lips, curious despite himself as his eyes narrow in a condescending glare. He has his doubts, but he can't help but ask it all the same. ]
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Suck on your apology old man. [ He spits it back, his hands in his pockets as he continues to glower at the other, before glancing at the book in the other's hands, and pursing his lips. ]
Do you speak it? [ The Russian rolls from his lips, curious despite himself as his eyes narrow in a condescending glare. He has his doubts, but he can't help but ask it all the same. ]