Yuuri goes from a light doze to a deep sleep very quickly once there are doggie cuddles in the mix, but the door has him bolting upright and startling Makkachin. He speaks a little bit of a few different languages besides English and Japanese, but it's mostly Thai and Italian. He's poked at Russian on DuoLingo before, for a week or two, to get some basics, but that's about it, so he's got no idea what's going on other than it sounds angry.

It's actually not an awful thing to happen, all told-- at least not yet. It gives him something else to focus on besides either the loss of his dog, or anything and everything that's happened in the last 24 hours or so.

He creeps to the doorway, trying to peer out without being obvious about it.