𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴

ind. selective "Esper" Roba from the Yu-Gi-Oh! DM anime and manga. Penned by Greer, sometimes. Please read rules etc before interacting, thanks! rules  •  bio

[fauxesp]

𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴   ★˚✧*:･ indie. selective "Esper" Roba from the Yu-Gi-Oh! DM anime and manga. Penned by Greer, sometimes. Please read rules etc before interacting, thanks! Discord is available to mutuals however I am not often active because of work. Portrayal is obviously very headcanon heavy, if you don’t like it, please block me.  Est. c2009, blog remade 2017.  ★ ˚✧*:･ rules / about   ★   bio / headcanons anime and manga base icons by @ygoicons

[dinodeck]

Oh oops. Ryuzaki side-eyed the dark blue umbrella propped against the wall behind the front door, where it had been sitting for several weeks since he had 'borrowed' it. "Heh. Not my fault you didn't remind me..." he mumbled as he took stock of his friend, he looked like he had gone for a quick dip in the river on the way over. Though it wasn't like he had faired any better in the humidity, he had had to tie his hair back so he wasn't completely swamped in frizz.

"Yeah, yeah. Come in, lemmie jus' got grab you a towel 'nd some dry clothes. Y'know you could'a just called 'nd cancelled, s'not like it was super important that you came over today." Ryuzaki pads off down the corridor in the direction of bathroom in search of said towel and then to his bedroom to get clothes. Maybe he should have made an effort to do laundry today. He gave a shirt and a pair of shorts the sniff test and walked back out into the hall. "Ma ain't home right now so dry off wherever, I'll be in the kitchen when yer done."

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Roba stood awkwardly in the hallway, feeling a trickle of water slide down his scalp and disappear into his shirt collar. "I've definitely messaged you at least twice about the umbrella, I'll pull up the conversation if you want me to." He had even used the cute little emoji so Ryuzaki wouldn't forget.

There was a slight pause before he added, "-- and it wasn't raining when I left the apartment, it came out of nowhere!" the summer weather had been hot and unpredictably wet so far, it didn't leave much room for Planning Ahead, and Roba didn't much like wearing a raincoat when it was so warm outside. The thin layer of waterproofing made the perfect greenhouse-like micro-climate near his skin and he hated it. He slipped off his shoes and made short work of unbuttoning his shirt, muttering his thanks as Ryuzaki handed him the towel and clothes. The towel was scratchy and there wasn't a doubt in his mind that the t-shirt and shorts hadn't been worn at least once since their last trip to the laundry, but he dried off and got dressed regardless. Feeling odd in clothes slightly too short for him. He looped the towel over his shoulder to stop his still-damp hair from getting anything else wet and headed to the kitchen, wishing he had brought slippers, "Ryu, I hope you don't still make your mother wash your clothes. The detergent pods aren't going to bite you."

[fauxesp]

@dinodeck "I need to you know that this is your fault." Roba said flatly as he stood in the entryway of Ryuzaki's home, the gesture to his damp clothing and wet hair was implied from his dour tone. "You took my umbrella last time you were at my house, and now my pants are sticking to my knees." Oh how he hated the rain, and it only ever seem to rain when he had errands to run or people to see, never when he was stuck at the apartment with a hot mug of coffee and a good book! And the humidity! Sweet Jinzo, it was clammy. Ryuzaki would rue the day he made Roba leave the comfort of his air-conditioned place to travel across the city ( on foot, no less! ) to what, hang out? Spend time together? This could have been an email.

"So, are you going to let me in — or do you plan on standing there all day gawping" his was sentence punctuated by bead of water dripping from his hair, landing with a splat on the linoleum floor.

[fauxesp]

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[fauxesp]

Forgot about his own birthday... again.

[dinodeck]

Roba had always claimed his little psycho charade was just an act, but then he went and did shit like bring him water? Seriously. How could he have known just how thirsty he had gotten! And the soda speculation was.... completely unfounded, he'd deny it until the end of time. The soda he had for breakfast was HOURS ago, and didn't count. "Thanks." he said suspiciously. "How'd ya know I needed this, huh? You been readin' my mind again?"

Maybe he needed to stuff his hat with tinfoil like those whack-jobs from the internet did. He made a mental note to test that theory out next time they hung out. Wait... Roba didn't hear that, did he?! Shit. Ryuzaki eyed the bag of books, "Ma was askin' about 'em the other day, she's been itchin' to read somethin' else. She gets real bored during her night shifts, I'll leave 'em here and take 'em to her tomorrow." She would have to make do with sudoku on her phone in the meantime. "I just gotta finish up some stuff here 'nd I'll be done fer the day, you cool to wait around? I'd let you in the office to sit down but he's got a camera in there 'nd I can't be bothered to answer questions."

[fauxesp]

Psychic! Psy-CHIC, this will be the last time they went over this, next time there WILL be violence, and it will be swift and directly to the shins. He brought the water by way of educated guess and nothing more. Plus, they had been on sale... it was cheaper to buy multiple bottles. Had Ryuzaki so much as sipped at water today? So much as been NEAR water that wasn't meant for something in the store? Doubtful. He had the aura of a man fuelled entirely by caffeine and carbonation.

He waved a hand. "Call it intuition, if you need to call it anything. But I haven't been reading your mind, rest assured." All the thoughts bouncing around the brunet's head probably weren't super interesting or important, Roba mused inwardly. "Noted, I'll make sure not to leave it as long next time, I admire her ability to get through so many of them." Roba hopped up onto the counter, allowing his legs to swing a little whimsically while he watched Ryuzaki do his tasks. "Is there anything else you think she might like to read? We got lots of non-fiction in that we won't be able to sell, they're just going to get recycled otherwise."

[inefekt69]

Shinjuku - Tokyo, Japan

[dinodeck]

The store wasn't that bad. Sure, a couple of the over head lights had burnt out a while ago but fixing them was above his pay grade, and he didn't trust the ladder to support his weight. So what if the place was a little dingy, people hardly ever came inside. In fact foot traffic was low enough most days that he could squeeze a nap in in-between task. Perks of the job!

Hearing Roba's voice had already jolted him from one of said naps, causing him to almost fall off the wooden stool he kept by the register ( he could prop himself up against the wall in a way that made it look like he was still awake, he was a genius and definitly wouldn't get caught. ) "Mm? M'over here..." He coughed to clear his throat, squinting bleary-eyed for his friend.

"How come yer here? Don't tell me yer gonna make me carry yer shoppin' all the way back to yours. I've been workin' all day!"

[fauxesp]

Sadly the store was indeed that bad, Roba was thankful for his family's current lack of pets because he doubted Ryuzaki would allow him to patronize another local chain. Who else was he supposed to offer his five-percent off staff discount too!

"Calm down, would you. I just wanted to give you this--" He paused to shuck his shopping bags onto the counter, rolling the tightness out of his shoulders. "--and if you would be so kind as to help me carry some of this home, well then I would be very thankful. And I could be convinced to cook dinner." The 'this' in question was a bottle of water, purchased with the assumption that Ryuzaki had had nothing to drink today aside from soda, and a paper bag containing some books he had pilfered from the returns shelf at work. "Those are for your mother, please apologise on my behalf that it's taken me so long to get new material to her. We haven't had much in since the holiday season ended."

[fauxesp]

@dinodeck | It was already late in the afternoon by the time Roba had finished running through his list of errands. He had deposited some money at the bank, picked up groceries, and dropped off some things at the post office as a favour for one of his neighbours. He was fairly confident, without checking the schedule he had made in his phone, that Ryuzaki was due to finish work soon. Which was how he currently found himself, arms full of shopping bags, backing through the entrance to the totally not suspicious, and entirely above board pet store.

Roba was always surprised to see the place was still in business. To the untrained eye the building looked basically abandoned, and he wasn't fully convinced that it wasn't a front for something else. "Ryuzaki, are you there?" he called, peering over a shelving unit that housed what he assumed to be birdseed, sold in bulk, for a price that didn't make sense to him at all. "I have something for you."

[fauxesp]

dinodeck·:

This had all the makings of a trap. What was in the envelope, huh? A photograph of something he had done wrong? Was this blackmail?! Or maybe it was a bill for all the food he eaten while under the Hoshino roof. He wasn’t going to pay Roba back for all the nearly-expired food he had removed from the premises! He was just keeping the kids safe!!  “Legal trouble, eh? Ya know that ain’t exactly reassurin’, but fine… I’ll bite. Gimmie that.” Ryuzaki swiped the proffered envelope from Roba’s hand, turning it around from front to back. “Nice of ya to write my name on it, yer handwritin’s real nice.” He added sarcastically. That second kanji was a real doozy. With eyes narrowed and a face full of clear suspicion, he tore open the paper. ‘you’re not allowed to make a big deal’  &  ‘you’re not allowed to cry’   WOW,  it sure had been a while since he had seen this guy, had the artwork always been this lame? Lips pressed into a thin line as a he looked back at Roba, eyes shining. Cry? Him? No way! He’s already laughing.  “Pah! Funny lookin’ Red-Eyes, but I’ll take it. Thanks, man. You didn’t need t’ do that. Sorry, I ain’t got nothin’ to give you in return.”

Had him for a second there, almost expected a rare moment of emotional vulnerability. Too much to ask from someone like Ryuzaki, obviously. “You know you could have at least pretended you cared. Honestly, I'm hurt. That will be the last time I try to do something nice for you.” No matter, it was one less thing he needed to toss out, so it was a win-win situation as far as he was concerned.  “If you really want your Red-Eyes back then might I suggest kissing up to someone else? Though if you raid his fridge he might take it as an act of war and fight you. I think my money would be on him.”

[fauxesp]

@dinodeck​    |     “There’s something I wanted to give you.” Roba’s fingers toyed with the corners of a plain white envelope, the front of which he hadn’t bothered to write on. “You’re not allowed to make a big deal out of it, and you’re not allowed to cry. I would also appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone about it, I’m not sure if I could get into legal trouble with…” There was a pause, he cleared his throat and lowered his voice. “… you know, Kaiba Corp.” He was fairly certain they hadn’t signed anything legally binding before the tournament but he wasn’t about to push his luck with such a large company.  “Oh, and this also doesn’t mean anything. It might seem like some profound statement but truly I was just doing some spring-cleaning and was trying to fill of box for the recycle shop. Clothes, toys and the like. I don’t need it lying around anymore.” A flick of the wrist and Roba was holding out the envelope between two fingers, this was the bit where Ryuzaki was supposed to take it. Open it, and with any luck, act totally normally about the whole interaction. Inside the envelope he would find his old copy of Serpent Night Dragon in (near) pristine condition. Notably free of coffee stains, thank you very much.

[fauxesp]

𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 ★˚✧*:･      I remake my promo post about once every four years or so and then abandon my blog again for four more years, this is something that will continue to happen and I’m not looking to fix. However. My dash is really quiet and I need some new people to follow. If you wanna see about 10 posts from me before I disappear again and you roleplay someone Yu-Gi-Oh! DM (I know almost nothing of the spinoffs.........) please drop by and say Hi. There’s a pinned post somewhere on my blog with an about + some links. 

[fauxesp]

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[kenichijouji]

Yu-Gi-Oh! DM Episode 58 // Esper Roba - Danger of the Psychic Deck

[fauxesp]

dinodeck·:

What was wrong with his spatial awareness!? He hadn’t walked into a doorframe or a random miss-placed sofa in weeks! He couldn’t remember the last time he stubbed his toe. “What if there’s a zombie outbreak, ‘nd they bust into th’ house, huh? I don’t wanna be eaten first. You’d at least scare ‘em off with yer weird face. If ya get any less sleep they might think yer one’a them anyways.” Secretly Ryuzaki believed that Roba was also the better person to swing a baseball bat in self-defence, his own aim wasn’t great which had nothing to do with the aforementioned spatial awareness issue. It was something else entirely. 

They were talking about zombies now? What happened to their very important conversation about bunk beds? Roba pinched the bridge of his nose in an attempt to stay sane. “If there’s a zombie outbreak I will be locking you outside the apartment without a moment of hesitation and sleeping in whatever bed I want.” Fingers moved to gently prod at his cheeks, he didn’t look that tired, right? There hadn’t been a chance today to take a moment to himself and drink some coffee. He had dropped everything he was doing to have this argument. Well, now he was done. He would consider this another win for the books. “We’re done here, end of conversation, if you're sticking around please make yourself useful and do some dusting or something.”

[fauxesp]

dinodeck:

HA HA! Was that his full government name? Someone was serious! “Ya don’t get suddenly change your mind about it, I know you’d really hate bein’ so close to the ceiling. One little bump and you’d end up with a headache for a week! Nah nah, obviously I should get the sleep in the top bunk ‘cause I got practice with head injuries. I think that trumps yer age thing.” As far as he was concerned this was solid and flawless logic.

This whole conversion is so, so stupid. And really? He was going to try the Head Injuries angle? That really wasn’t the flex he thought it was! Who even bragged about that! “Oh? So you think it’s wise for you to continue putting yourself in a position where you could lose more brain cells? I think you should take the bottom bunk for your own health. You already worry on a daily basis with your… lack of common sense. I also believe my spatial awareness is good enough to withstand the top bunk. Also, I don’t think we can be friends anymore.”