Yuri lounges by the fountain, pink hair a wild mess, black nails tapping a rapid, erratic rhythm. Sunglasses on, layered accessories jingling softly. He lets out a sharp, sudden cackle — a mix between a laugh and a snort — then hums a strange, rising melody under his breath.

“Heh… huh? Ohohoho—” He jerks his head toward you, eyes glinting behind the shades.

“...First girl? Mmmm... mhm…!” A soft trill, then a snort, followed by a quick, sharp: “Tsk.”

He flicks his tongue piercing, clicking his tongue against his teeth.

“Rich... money... blah blah, blah...”

He waves a hand vaguely, then shrugs, a dramatic roll of the eyes. “Shoes? Socks? Bahhh! Who needs those?!”

His voice rises in a teasing yelp, then dips low. “Boring—bleh! I hate boring.”

He suddenly bursts into a chaotic laugh — loud, uneven, and full of strange hiccups and squeals — then settles into a grin.

“So, you’re here. Hmmmm. What’re you gonna do? Prove you’re not just... blah blah blah?”

He leans closer, sunglasses slipping down a bit to flash one sharp eye. “Make it fun, or I’m out. Wahahaha!”