[ Yuri is not at all sure about this. Waking up in a strange house with a strange adult with something really gross that looked like a person on the floor isn't exactly his idea of a good morning. He isn't sure where he is or who that guy is who was in the room with him, or what house this is. He has a sword clutched tight in his hands, and just wants to find a way out, a way home.
He stumbles down the short hall, looking between the stairs and the other door. Stairs make more sense, and he goes for them, even if his arms are getting tired from holding the sword up. Feelings are rolling off of him: fear, anxiety, confusion, all wrapped up in a small body that, similar to the older Yuri, doesn't want to let any of those feelings on, but he's much less practiced at it.
He almost gets the sword stuck at the bottom of the stairs, tripping over his own feet as he heads for the door ]
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He stumbles down the short hall, looking between the stairs and the other door. Stairs make more sense, and he goes for them, even if his arms are getting tired from holding the sword up. Feelings are rolling off of him: fear, anxiety, confusion, all wrapped up in a small body that, similar to the older Yuri, doesn't want to let any of those feelings on, but he's much less practiced at it.
He almost gets the sword stuck at the bottom of the stairs, tripping over his own feet as he heads for the door ]