Leaving under the cover of darkness sounds more Yuri's speed, to be honest, but something else they never tell you about flesh eating until you've got a heart already beating in your chest: you're going to be a lot more tired than you would be otherwise. You're going to actually need to sleep.
And right now, after everything he's been through recently, the stabbing and the world travel -- Yuri's body is begging him to just crash for a solid twelve hours. He knows he probably won't be able to give it that much rest, but maybe he could meet it halfway and give it at least six.
He...doesn't really want to get into it right now, because at Asch's statement a very loud Actually Most Flesh Eaters I Know Did In Fact Kill Their Drivers piped up in the back of his head -- Yuri, forced into what he is against his will and with a heart not his driver's is, in fact, a wild anomaly in his society -- but he shuts it up because it's late and this isn't his world. This isn't his place to speak.
(He does wonder what it's like, though, to live in a world where flesh eaters are rare, where they're mostly unknown -- are humans just better in this world? No, that can't be it.)
"I guess we'll head out in the morning, then?" He says, to the room at large. "Because I don't know about you guys, but I'm beat. I need to make like log for at least a few hours." The bed he sits on is all but singing to him...
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And right now, after everything he's been through recently, the stabbing and the world travel -- Yuri's body is begging him to just crash for a solid twelve hours. He knows he probably won't be able to give it that much rest, but maybe he could meet it halfway and give it at least six.
He...doesn't really want to get into it right now, because at Asch's statement a very loud Actually Most Flesh Eaters I Know Did In Fact Kill Their Drivers piped up in the back of his head -- Yuri, forced into what he is against his will and with a heart not his driver's is, in fact, a wild anomaly in his society -- but he shuts it up because it's late and this isn't his world. This isn't his place to speak.
(He does wonder what it's like, though, to live in a world where flesh eaters are rare, where they're mostly unknown -- are humans just better in this world? No, that can't be it.)
"I guess we'll head out in the morning, then?" He says, to the room at large. "Because I don't know about you guys, but I'm beat. I need to make like log for at least a few hours." The bed he sits on is all but singing to him...