[Don't worry, one of the guy's she knows is literally incapable of looking girls in the face-- Yuri's kind of used to it. Though his reasoning stems from Trauma and not because he's flustered by a pretty face.
Still, Yuri doesn't bat an eye at it. Her gaze falls to his fidgeting and she leans back on her heels a little, one arm going across her body to grasp her opposite elbow, a bit uncomfortable herself with talking to someone. Well, someone alive. She feels like she's got a good grasp of interacting with the dead by now. The living? Still a work in progress.]
Sort of...? [WHAT...WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN, DEKU... But she sighs a little, looking at least a little relieved.]
I was starting to worry it was just me going crazy or something. One second I'm-- home. [Sort...of.] And then... I don't remember falling asleep or anything.
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Still, Yuri doesn't bat an eye at it. Her gaze falls to his fidgeting and she leans back on her heels a little, one arm going across her body to grasp her opposite elbow, a bit uncomfortable herself with talking to someone. Well, someone alive. She feels like she's got a good grasp of interacting with the dead by now. The living? Still a work in progress.]
Sort of...? [WHAT...WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN, DEKU... But she sighs a little, looking at least a little relieved.]
I was starting to worry it was just me going crazy or something. One second I'm-- home. [Sort...of.] And then... I don't remember falling asleep or anything.