Yeah, yeah, okay. [Yurio blinks a couple times after the two men, looking mildly interested. His imagination goes wild for a moment, imagining them as some sort of hitmen that Matoba has in his pocket -- amusingly close to the truth, likely. But then he's slouched back in his chair, pulling out his phone like any sullen teenager at a boring event. Still, he's not actually doing anything on it, too busy watching Matoba under that overlong fringe of platinum blond hair.
The hand on his ankle makes him twitch a bit, sensitive, wiggling his toes inside his shoes.] Or what? You'll spank me? [It's rude, blatantly so, accompanied by a sideways smirk and Yurio most certainly not putting his feet on the floor.]
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The hand on his ankle makes him twitch a bit, sensitive, wiggling his toes inside his shoes.] Or what? You'll spank me? [It's rude, blatantly so, accompanied by a sideways smirk and Yurio most certainly not putting his feet on the floor.]