[Byleth and he got along so amazingly well, and it is, in fact, because they are carbon copies of the same type of person. Minus the writing maybe (even if he had written a little something to Byleth as a gift).]
May I have two bags? Six in one, three in the other.
[What's funnier than ordering nine eclairs is perhaps the reaction he gets once he has appeared at the counter: logistically, there is a reason he is covered from head to toe in black, leather armaments which Yuri would probably understand, the addition being protection from the sunlight as well... but it's unfortunate the one this he can't really keep covered is his face, and the person manning the counter seems to be completely enamored with him. Shy, bashful.
D either does not see this happening, or chooses to not acknowledge it. He waits patiently for the two bags instead.
Once he has them, he says thank you and turns to Yuri again. The bag with six is held out to Yuri.]
I hope you enjoy them.
[He still has not admitted he won't be eating any of these himself...]
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May I have two bags? Six in one, three in the other.
[What's funnier than ordering nine eclairs is perhaps the reaction he gets once he has appeared at the counter: logistically, there is a reason he is covered from head to toe in black, leather armaments which Yuri would probably understand, the addition being protection from the sunlight as well... but it's unfortunate the one this he can't really keep covered is his face, and the person manning the counter seems to be completely enamored with him. Shy, bashful.
D either does not see this happening, or chooses to not acknowledge it. He waits patiently for the two bags instead.
Once he has them, he says thank you and turns to Yuri again. The bag with six is held out to Yuri.]
I hope you enjoy them.
[He still has not admitted he won't be eating any of these himself...]