[An Zhe had been focused so hard on his work that he didn't notice Yuri until that bowl thumped down on the table, meaning he gives a tiny jolt of surprise before looking up at the man, needle and thread still held in his fingers.]
—Oh. Thank you. [He looks at the stew, then at Yuri, then down at the shirt he's been attempting to sew buttons onto, before putting the shirt aside and reaching for the stew instead.]
I'm working...pretty hard, I think. [This may be his first time ever sewing, but he'd been shown a button or two as an example, and now they look practically machine-sewn.] Are you?
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Date: 2025-02-16 10:06 pm (UTC)—Oh. Thank you. [He looks at the stew, then at Yuri, then down at the shirt he's been attempting to sew buttons onto, before putting the shirt aside and reaching for the stew instead.]
I'm working...pretty hard, I think. [This may be his first time ever sewing, but he'd been shown a button or two as an example, and now they look practically machine-sewn.] Are you?