[ Yuri had certain habits back home. Those habits remain, even in this place, which has led him to be a regular sight at orphanages as well as the local church. What people believe or don't believe rests with them, but Yuri says his prayers, makes donations, and just so happens that he also regularly shows up with a hefty basket of baked goods a few times a week.
He remembers well what it was like the first time he'd tasted something with sugar in it. It may not be so scarce here as it was in his homeland, but that doesn't mean that a little sweetness isn't welcome in a life that isn't easy. Yuri had precious little in life, but he'd always had a loving mother.
In this, no matter what other struggles he faced, he has always counted himself blessed.
And so as is his routine, Yuri shows up with treats for the children and the staff who care for them, only to freeze at the sight of a familiar face. There Nebula is, being used as a jungle gym by damn near every kid in the place. He can manage little more than wide-eyed staring for a beat, before he catches himself and manages to croak out a greeting. ]
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He remembers well what it was like the first time he'd tasted something with sugar in it. It may not be so scarce here as it was in his homeland, but that doesn't mean that a little sweetness isn't welcome in a life that isn't easy. Yuri had precious little in life, but he'd always had a loving mother.
In this, no matter what other struggles he faced, he has always counted himself blessed.
And so as is his routine, Yuri shows up with treats for the children and the staff who care for them, only to freeze at the sight of a familiar face. There Nebula is, being used as a jungle gym by damn near every kid in the place. He can manage little more than wide-eyed staring for a beat, before he catches himself and manages to croak out a greeting. ]
...Hey.
[ Fancy meeting you here, Nebula. ]