Yuri has been carved out by combat as much as anyone, but at the same time, he's built for speed. While he has lean muscles that lay close to the bone, meant for darting in and out and climbing up rafters, pouncing on prey unknowingly, he is rather delicate in comparison to many other battalions on the field.
The fact that Yuri isn't surprised is more based on the idea that he prefers not to let his hand of cards fly so flippantly. Shock does nothing but confuse, unnecessary emotions fluttering about. The Savage Mockingbird doesn't deal in those sorts of sensations. This... this is some strange Dimitri, and he's already acquainted with the idea of there being others, considering he definitely went through the network on his DTF back at the hub.
The bow is just tight enough, and Yuri can feel the lop-sided nature of it already, but there's something endearing about it, so he leaves it be for now, doesn't bother fixing it. He still doesn't turn around, letting the words sink in.
"It's quite the situation to be in. There are a number of us here, doubled up even. Sylvains and Felixes and Professors in duplicate. Two of you seems like a handful." Dimitri's fingers are hovering, like he's finished but not quite, something unspoken on the tip of one's tongue. He turns around at this point, hands resting on his hips. "Perhaps I'm not from your timeline per se... but we did fight in the war together. My wolves, your lions. Us against the Empire."
As if for emphasis, he will just pretend to re-align the hem of his bikini's waistband and gently snap it. "Do you consider me any less just for not being of your timeline?"
The idea is: Why do we need to go through the whole song and dance when we've already been through enough?
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The fact that Yuri isn't surprised is more based on the idea that he prefers not to let his hand of cards fly so flippantly. Shock does nothing but confuse, unnecessary emotions fluttering about. The Savage Mockingbird doesn't deal in those sorts of sensations. This... this is some strange Dimitri, and he's already acquainted with the idea of there being others, considering he definitely went through the network on his DTF back at the hub.
The bow is just tight enough, and Yuri can feel the lop-sided nature of it already, but there's something endearing about it, so he leaves it be for now, doesn't bother fixing it. He still doesn't turn around, letting the words sink in.
"It's quite the situation to be in. There are a number of us here, doubled up even. Sylvains and Felixes and Professors in duplicate. Two of you seems like a handful." Dimitri's fingers are hovering, like he's finished but not quite, something unspoken on the tip of one's tongue. He turns around at this point, hands resting on his hips. "Perhaps I'm not from your timeline per se... but we did fight in the war together. My wolves, your lions. Us against the Empire."
As if for emphasis, he will just pretend to re-align the hem of his bikini's waistband and gently snap it. "Do you consider me any less just for not being of your timeline?"
The idea is: Why do we need to go through the whole song and dance when we've already been through enough?