Yuri bites back the retort that he can keep people from bothering him. Because if that were true? He wouldn't be here. This does not improve his mood.

"Gucci," he grumbles. Not because he expects Jack to take him seriously. No way he's going to spend his money on that. Yuri can barely afford to walk into those kinds of stores. Mostly he lives in dance sweats, though he does have one leopard-print jacket he scrounged for.

His mother probably sold too. Bitch.