Fuck you, this is fashion. [ Yuri shot back, scowling and kicking up one of his leopard print covered sneakers for emphasis, seeming about to place it on the other's leg- but thinking better of it, and dropping it back to the floor with a huff. Blowing his bangs out of his face for a moment, before he shrunk sulkingly under the other's arm, grunting at the hug and half-heartedly returning it. ]

Pirozhki. Like my grandpa used to make. I did the usual traditional ones- and then some are his specialty invention. Katsudon Pirozhki. They're amazing. [ And at this, Yuri couldn't help but grin. As he only ever rarely seemed to. ]