[You know what sucks? Being an absolute weakling who can't handle a snowball to the back of the head. It's thrown with just enough force to knock Yuri off-balance, and given he already needs a crutch to get around, it isn't that surprising that WHUMP!
He's faceplanting on the ground, losing his grip on his crutch in the process. It goes clattering to the ground, too. There's a slight groan, which turns into a growl.]
Fuck y -- [you is how that sentence is supposed to end, but Yuri is well aware that mouthing off to the wrong person around here can get him killed, so he cuts himself off before finishing. Instead, he turns his attention to whoever the hell threw the snowball, rather than the asshole being smarmy.
Planting his hands on the ground, he pushes himself up a little.]
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He's faceplanting on the ground, losing his grip on his crutch in the process. It goes clattering to the ground, too. There's a slight groan, which turns into a growl.]
Fuck y -- [you is how that sentence is supposed to end, but Yuri is well aware that mouthing off to the wrong person around here can get him killed, so he cuts himself off before finishing. Instead, he turns his attention to whoever the hell threw the snowball, rather than the asshole being smarmy.
Planting his hands on the ground, he pushes himself up a little.]
Who threw that??