He doesn't know what Yurio's thinking as his eyes narrow, but that hard, momentary calculation -- the look that is so patently Yurio's go-to and has been since Yuri first saw it in a bathroom (and then from the floor of The Ice Palace lobby) -- makes Yuri wonder, for not the first time, what put it there. Surrounded with boisterous rink mates, who for the most part seem to get along well enough, and Yurio's go-to is still this.
Yuri blinked with some surprise as there were suddenly chopsticks shoved at him instead of watching that consideration turned harder until it was the, mostly expected, answer of just where he could go and how much the implication of any weakness of any kind on Yurio's part was idiotic. But ... chopsticks, and so there's nothing really to do except sit down on the stool while picking them up, right?
It's still an odd expression, uncertain where to look or quite how to address (or even who still, not to mention how) as he looks at the lacquer maple wood below his hands. There's no face to know if the someone in there is waiting on him, or away helping someone else and he's interrupting. Still, he has no clue, either way, no way to be sure it's polite and respectful, so he swallows and asks, quietly, "Could we have two bowls of rice? Please?"
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He doesn't know what Yurio's thinking as his eyes narrow, but that hard, momentary calculation -- the look that is so patently Yurio's go-to and has been since Yuri first saw it in a bathroom (and then from the floor of The Ice Palace lobby) -- makes Yuri wonder, for not the first time, what put it there. Surrounded with boisterous rink mates, who for the most part seem to get along well enough, and Yurio's go-to is still this.
Yuri blinked with some surprise as there were suddenly chopsticks shoved at him instead of watching that consideration turned harder until it was the, mostly expected, answer of just where he could go and how much the implication of any weakness of any kind on Yurio's part was idiotic. But ... chopsticks, and so there's nothing really to do except sit down on the stool while picking them up, right?
It's still an odd expression, uncertain where to look or quite how to address (or even who still, not to mention how) as he looks at the lacquer maple wood below his hands. There's no face to know if the someone in there is waiting on him, or away helping someone else and he's interrupting. Still, he has no clue, either way, no way to be sure it's polite and respectful, so he swallows and asks, quietly, "Could we have two bowls of rice? Please?"