[ She can hear him as he starts making his way in. It isn't as though he's super quiet in his drunken stupor, especially not while he stumbles about and unzips the zipper with all the speed and finesse of a well-dressed snail. As Yuri turned around to look at him, she made note that he was likely just as slimy too. She'd been sitting there painting her toe nails (what else was she supposed to do in a tent in the middle of the rain?) in front of a little lantern. She screwed the cap back onto the bottle and looked over at him. Her eyes were narrowed, but less because she was angry and more because she was trying to keep her heart from dropping as she looked at his sopping wet state.
Greed was right, this really was kind of a jackass move to do on his birthday of all times but she really didn't see exactly how she could celebrate and pretend that everything was okay between the two of them. That probably would've just made things hurt more for him because he knew her better than anyone and he would've known the second that she tried to start pretending that it was wrong. Still, she kept her eyes steeled as he unzipped the tent and stared at her. ]
I hope you brought a towel, moron, you're not coming in here looking like you're going to flood the whole tent.
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Greed was right, this really was kind of a jackass move to do on his birthday of all times but she really didn't see exactly how she could celebrate and pretend that everything was okay between the two of them. That probably would've just made things hurt more for him because he knew her better than anyone and he would've known the second that she tried to start pretending that it was wrong. Still, she kept her eyes steeled as he unzipped the tent and stared at her. ]
I hope you brought a towel, moron, you're not coming in here looking like you're going to flood the whole tent.
[ Not that she would really stop him.. ]