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All he wanted was some peace and quiet. It wasn’t much to ask, especially at a public park. But unfortunately for Yuri he had chosen a rather unlucky bench, where a throng of hysteric girls had decided to plant themselves. Eyes slid to the side as he noticed the female pack crowd around a rather ostentatious figure. The young man’s hairstyle reminded him a lot of a certain someone back where he came from; and for him, red and yellow spiked hair always meant bad news. But he certainly shouldn’t be one to judge -- besides, maybe this person was a nice guy after all -- but from what he could tell, the other’s smiles to the giggling crowd seemed just a tad bit...forced. Yuri leaned back and spread his arms across the bench’s back end, face apathetic.
"He looks a bit fake, if you ask me." And while his comment hadn’t been a loud one, it was enough to cause a stir among the now unsettled group of fans -- which meant, surely, the one in the limelight had heard him as well. Oh, a direct hit!!
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