[ There's a clatter as a particularly cute pink and white teapot and a matching cup and a distinctly out of place beaker gets settled down on the coffee table. So maybe she hadn't been keeping up on dishes as well as she wanted, that mixed aesthetic still wasn't entirely her own fault. ]
Yuri's?
[ She pulls an afghan off the back of the couch, rolling it up and making a little baby guardrail just to be on the ridiculously safe side. She was everywhere when she was worrying over other people. ]
You're really worrying me here. If I end up with wrinkles at twenty-eight, I won't forgive you.
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Yuri's?
[ She pulls an afghan off the back of the couch, rolling it up and making a little baby guardrail just to be on the ridiculously safe side. She was everywhere when she was worrying over other people. ]
You're really worrying me here. If I end up with wrinkles at twenty-eight, I won't forgive you.
[ Never mind that she was thirty. ]