Hanks certainly worked Yuri to the bone during the rare times he was around. Sure, guild missions took up most of his time now, but ultimately his free time was spentin the lower quarter, helping out wherever he could (or being slave-driven into it, anyway.) Not that Hanks’ so-called ‘requests’ would be met with refusal or anything. As if Yuri ever minded repairing anyone’s window.
Yuri stopped midway of hammering a nail onto wood at the sound of Ted’s voice--more at the name said, actually. His gaze followed the group of children running past him excitedly, yelling Flynn’s name as if he were godsend. Just a few minutes ago I was their favorite. Little brats. He gave a snort at that, but settled the hammer on the windowsill he had been repairing and started his saunter towards popular-as-ever Flynn, now surrounded by kids.
“Yo,” he greeted with a lazy wave of his hand. It was typical of the guy to find time for the lower quarter folks despite his busy schedule. Yuri was about to comment on it when he saw the serious look on Flynn’s face, which he found himself mirroring in an instant.
Something told Yuri that this wasn’t going to be a casual visit...
“Wanna head up to my room?” came the invitation, followed by numerous groans from the kids. Yuri laughed and ruffled their heads. “Talk about clingy. I’ll only be stealing your precious Flynn for a bit, all right?”
They all pouted in unison, though only briefly as several grins replaced the frowns on their faces. One by one they spun on their heels and resumed their game of tag. They certainly were good kids.
He jerked his head to the right. “Come on. Let’s not keep them waiting too long.”
