Oh, I'm no fan of being handled without my consent. But you did make it obvious that it wasn't of your choosing either.

[ They may be two beautiful men, but that wasn't reason enough to hold hands. Had the situation been different, Yuri may have pulled a knife, but that pollen's been floating about. D wasn't intruding on personal space because of any odd motivation — his hand was forced.

Yuri hums as he scans the display, a quiet sound trapped behind painted lips. Whatever he gets, he's liable to share with his fellow mercenaries when he returns home. ]

Personally, I think a treat's always more enjoyable when shared.

[ He is, however, keenly aware that this is on D's budget. What doesn't look too expensive, while being easy to split? ]