[ That is an understatement and Yuri must know it. Flynn lets himself be dragged from the shop, happy to be away from the mess and the gald and the voices, quiet now they're outside.
Still. As Yuri lets go, Flynn twists, looking back at the still, silent shop, merrily lit and winking with all sorts of absurd touristy paraphenalia. A few gald glint mockingly from the floor.
Slowly, he lowers his sword, looking back at Yuri, still draped in the awful new shirt. ]
...perhaps they didn't agree with your choice in shirts, either.
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Still. As Yuri lets go, Flynn twists, looking back at the still, silent shop, merrily lit and winking with all sorts of absurd touristy paraphenalia. A few gald glint mockingly from the floor.
Slowly, he lowers his sword, looking back at Yuri, still draped in the awful new shirt. ]
...perhaps they didn't agree with your choice in shirts, either.