[ Yuri leans against the door back to the kitchen, an apron covered in flour over his clothes.
He came back to work maybe a week or so after escaping the farm, looking pretty worse for wear. His corruption symptoms are progressing, his fingers clawed, his hair a limp mess in a bun on top of his head, but he doesn't mention it at all. He's also been working more because what is sleep? Baking is more fun than sleep, and he can't really sit still this month.
He also has a distaste for the wafers. Maybe it's the taste, maybe it's the implication that something's wrong with him, but he hasn't eaten them very much. ]
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[ Yuri leans against the door back to the kitchen, an apron covered in flour over his clothes.
He came back to work maybe a week or so after escaping the farm, looking pretty worse for wear. His corruption symptoms are progressing, his fingers clawed, his hair a limp mess in a bun on top of his head, but he doesn't mention it at all. He's also been working more because what is sleep? Baking is more fun than sleep, and he can't really sit still this month.
He also has a distaste for the wafers. Maybe it's the taste, maybe it's the implication that something's wrong with him, but he hasn't eaten them very much. ]
Hey, I think I cracked the gels. Wanna try?