"what, ya didn't think i'd go and forget, didja?" with a grin, a cloth-wrapped box is presented with a gentle swing in hand before it's handed off. a small assortment of treats thrown together with what he could manage. nothing too much, of course, didn't want him spoiled now ( or sick, regardless of that sweet tooth ).
"congrats to another year, yuri," raven adds, an hand risen to pat the boys shoulder. "and with it comes some catchin' up to do -- stories to share! ya've been here for a while, ya gotta have some good additions, right?" like, oh say --
"word on the street is ya still like 'em older."
"didn't think it. i was just hoping you would," forget, that is.
box received all but against his will, yuri's scoff is canceled out by a relenting sliver of gratitude-- made obvious by the swordsman not immediately chucking the gift right back. 'touched' wouldn't be the right word for it, but he can appreciate its simplicity.
"catching up, huh? heh, alright. roundabout way of inviting me out for a drink, but--" wait. he likes 'em what-now!? he isn't just into-- urghh, who cares!!
yuri breaks free from the chummy hand on his shoulder and plants the sole of his boot against the older man's side for a well-deserved, out-of-blush-radius kick! "nope, you've heard more than enough. thanks for the gift, but you can crawl back to whatever cheap bar you came from now."
