[ So, one day he plopped right out of a mirror. The mirror of a bathroom and he slides right out onto the floor with a confused "Wut". There's a bit of a ruckus as he tries to get his feet under him, grabbing onto the nearby sink and almost tumbling headfirst into it.

Shit. He pulls his shirt down, as if to straighten up his appearance, but the sound of the door opening surprises him and he hops back into a stance, fists up - only to lose his balance and just sit on the toilet. Dramatically. ]

Uh. Hi? [ A hand goes to the back of his head, scratching at his hair as he tries to think of something to say. Other than Oops I fell out of your mirror in the middle of the night sorry. He isn't going to do a great job of it. ]

[ After his adventure with the bathroom and the mirror and the...whatever, Yuri is roaming through the market.

His expression is clear enough - he's not seen anything like this place before. He gapes at the various brightly colored potions, wondering if they're anything like the extracts he's used to. He hustles away from the weirdo who's trying to peddle something to him.

Who then starts to follow him.

So, obviously, he won't be paying attention where he's going and is liable to slam into anyone who may be doing their own browsing. ]

Damn! Sorry. [The word barely escapes him before the croak of the short gremlin looking guy following him reaches his ears. So he will just...sidestep his victim. And hide behind them, looking intently at the variety of beans laid out before him. He nods and hums in agreement, as if they're having a conversation.

But he isn't talking to anyone. Just trying to look busy to keep the creep away. ]

[Hit me with anything! Be the person Yuri disturbs early in the morning, be the one he runs over and acts weird around. Run into him at the market at any point! Hit me up @ violentwords for anything. :)]