Self-Worth Comes From Within

@rxngbearxr

Indie, Selective & Private RP/Ask Blog for Ryou Bakura from YGO! Post-Canon, Very Canon-Divergent! Must read rules and bio before interacting. {Loved by Cas~Mun}

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@cannibalmariku Cont. from X~

"Oh, hello Mariku."

Ryou was a bit more wary of the man in an uncontrolled setting like this one. He knew Mariku was very dangerous in general, though meeting the man of his own free will in a controlled environment like the club was very different than seeing him on the street.

Still, his wariness presented itself as his usual, blank expression rather than any active fear or apprehension.

"I wasn't expecting to see you out here. Still sticking with the cute thing, are we?"

#cannibalmariku #{rings n things;; ic}

{I finally finished updating Ryou's bio~! I may add more later on but I am quite happy with what I have so far!

Feel free to check it out HERE if you feel so inclined!}

Oh dear. There's a lot of activity tonight. Seems Yugi's arrival has sparked quite the gathering this time around. Go figure.

#{rings n things;; ic}#//dash commentary

Ryou's getting a bio revamp!

I'm going to be spending quite a bit of time today working on overhauling Ryou's bio to give him more depth, and a better sense of my own portrayal, so I'll be on his blog for most of the day! I'm open to doing replies in between too!

"How could I forget such a cute face, heh~." It was honest. He did find the other rather adorable to look at. Even now as he seemed so... hallow? Just the way he simply leaned back to get more comfortable could be perceived as cute to the beast.

His response on the spirit had Mariku nodding briefly in understanding. He supposed it was a bit different from his and his other half's previous arrangement. Ryou didn't seem to remember things the spirit had done.

"Oh, is that so...?" How flattering. His past behaviors had certainly not left a good impression on the Pharaohs vessel or friends to his understanding... besides this one, it seemed.

"And what sort of interests do you have that are so macabre? Mariku draped one of his arms over the back of the couch, allowing his legs to fall open lazily. Clearly getting settled with no intention of leaving.

"Cute...That's a new one." Ryou mused flatly, that was not a word used to describe him, so honestly it was a first for him. Usually people thought he was just odd, but he supposed he'd take it as a compliment.

"Of course, I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it." he said, though when asked about his interests, there was a very slight spark in his eye. It was so subtle that most would have missed it, even if his expression didn't change an ounce.

"Well, quite a few things I suppose. Murder cases, ouija boards, I spend quite a lot of time in the graveyard on my off days talking to people who aren't alive anymore, that sort of thing. True crime documentaries are a common past time for me these days also. I find them quite fascinating."

Honestly, having anyone ask about his interests on any given day was rare, but he wasn't about to point that out.

"What about you? I'm sure you must have some fascinating hobbies in your spare time." The man inquired, head giving a slight tilt to one side in genuine interest as he spoke.

Mariku lifted both brows curiously, This boy seemed so genuinely happy to have someone ask about him. Even if his face stayed the same, there was the smallest shift in his presence.

The hobbies the other listed were rather ironic to the blonde. If only he knew just what sort of monster sat across from him. He could have imagined the young man to have some rather dark hobbies with the sort of deck the spirit had played with. They were most certainly Ryou's cards, after all...

"Hmm... I see. I can't deny I find myself being more attracted to the macabre as well. I'm rather fond of hunting for bones. I also like to paint occasionally, watch horror movies and cook... I've watched some true crime stuff as well."

His whole existence for more than a decade might as well have been a documentary in and of itself. Not that he'd admit that to the other.

"Even if were not going to have a typical private session... would you still like a drink?" He offered softly, motioning to the bottle of champagne with a clawed digit.

"Well, if bone hunting is your forte, I happen to know some great spots to find quite a few. Human and animal alike. It sounds like we both have some very unusual interests in common."

Slowly, the more they talked, Ryou's blank mask began to slip away, little by little. He became slightly softer, more expressive in ways he hadn't been in years.

To most it was too subtle to notice, they particular way he would lean forward in interest, head tilting just a little to one side as he listened, eyes slowly growing a little brighter. Even his tone of voice shifted just a little, nothing anyone else likely would notice, unless one were to look closely enough.

Something was cracking, like the numb, exhausted version of himself that everyone received was his final line of self-defense, and Mariku was apparently the first in years to see what remained beyond it. Perhaps there was more to Oddball Ryou than first met the eye.

At the offer of a drink, he thought about it for a moment, then shrugged. "I don't see why not. I don't have work tomorrow, and as long as I'm careful, it shouldn't be a problem."

#cannibalmariku

Seeing the man's expression become that calm, neutral one, Ryou shifted slightly to be able to face him more easily, that was more like it. He leaned back on his hands slightly, listening quietly as Mariku spoke.

"I'm more impressed that you remembered me at all. Considering we only met once." He responded after a moment, though at the question about the spirit, he offered a placid shrug of his shoulders.

"He could be, though I wouldn't know either way. I haven't seen him nor heard of him being present though, as far as I'm aware." He answered honestly, he couldn't really care less either way. After all, the spirit was the reason he was this.... Unfeeling in the first place.

"I have to admit, I've always found you quite interesting, ever since we met on that brief occasion. I suppose it has something to do with my interest in the macabre perhaps, but I'm glad I at least get a chance to talk with you again."

"How could I forget such a cute face, heh~." It was honest. He did find the other rather adorable to look at. Even now as he seemed so... hallow? Just the way he simply leaned back to get more comfortable could be perceived as cute to the beast.

His response on the spirit had Mariku nodding briefly in understanding. He supposed it was a bit different from his and his other half's previous arrangement. Ryou didn't seem to remember things the spirit had done.

"Oh, is that so...?" How flattering. His past behaviors had certainly not left a good impression on the Pharaohs vessel or friends to his understanding... besides this one, it seemed.

"And what sort of interests do you have that are so macabre? Mariku draped one of his arms over the back of the couch, allowing his legs to fall open lazily. Clearly getting settled with no intention of leaving.

"Cute...That's a new one." Ryou mused flatly, that was not a word used to describe him, so honestly it was a first for him. Usually people thought he was just odd, but he supposed he'd take it as a compliment.

"Of course, I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it." he said, though when asked about his interests, there was a very slight spark in his eye. It was so subtle that most would have missed it, even if his expression didn't change an ounce.

"Well, quite a few things I suppose. Murder cases, ouija boards, I spend quite a lot of time in the graveyard on my off days talking to people who aren't alive anymore, that sort of thing. True crime documentaries are a common past time for me these days also. I find them quite fascinating."

Honestly, having anyone ask about his interests on any given day was rare, but he wasn't about to point that out.

"What about you? I'm sure you must have some fascinating hobbies in your spare time." The man inquired, head giving a slight tilt to one side in genuine interest as he spoke.

#cannibalmariku

Ryou raised a quiet, unaffected brow when the man came in, the sweet talk was not something he found necessary and based on that tone, he could tell it was an act. Reading people was something he'd become an expert at, especially the most subtle of cues.

Uncrossing his legs from their usual position, he stood and stretched, a soft sigh leaving him. His expression didn't change from its blank, almost unimpressed expression.

"Don't apologize, everyone has that reaction when they see me. And drop the sweet talk if you would, I've no interest in being patronized." he said, voice soft but firm as usual, no change in tone or offense.

"If you're worried about offending me or hurting my feelings, don't be, I don't have any feelings left to be hurt. So, you're Mariku, the one who kicked the ring spirit's ass three ways to Sunday." The man mused, soft pink eyes looking the man up and down for a moment, just observing him for a few seconds.

"Alright, I'll get right to the point, I can tell this is the last place you want to be. I only want a few minutes of your time, no more than fifteen minutes or so unless you decide to stick around longer. However, you have every right to tell me to fuck off, I won't take any offense, and it wouldn't affect me either way, your tip would still be the same, it's entirely your choice. As for my reason for asking for you specifically, I'll admit I let my curiosity get the better of me...You certainly do match the powerful and dangerous person that almost got all of us killed all those years ago, I'm honestly rather impressed."

A slight pause as he moved to casually sit on the edge of the bed, one leg elegantly crossing over the other.

"I just wanted one conversation with you. An honest one, no acting, no pretending you want me here, I can already see in your eyes that you'd rather I go anywhere but here. You can complain about your day, curse me six ways to Sunday, whatever you want, I'm just here to listen to you rather than the other way round. I just figured it would be nice to have someone else's voice in my ears rather than the ones in my head for once, and considering I have no one else to talk to, I figured this to be the best option. And maybe...If I finally have an honest conversation with someone for once, I might be able to feel something again."

Mariku kept his gaze fixed on Ryou's face. Watching him silently, observing. He was curt, but yet also somehow monotone. So sure of what he wanted already and not mincing any words as he stated his intentions.

He wanted... to talk to him? That's it?

How curious.... certainly, Mariku had heard of clients requesting such things, but it was typically with the women. Never Mariku or the other men. Anyone who asked for Mariku generally wanted to indulge in his body. Private dances and a strip tease. It wasn't in Mariku's job description or legal honestly, for him to accept money for sex. But it didn't mean he didn't do it. Typically off property.

It confused him a bit, honestly. Something seeming very different about the young man in front of him compared to his memory. He'd be lying to himself if he said he wasn't intrigued, however.

Silently, Mariku simply sat himself down on one of the velveteen couches beside the other. Leaning back into the cushions as he let himself relax a bit. The smile was gone now, replaced with his own neutral expression. His voice lowering to a more even and calm tone.

"Make no mistake... I am surprised to see you here, and was take off guard. But that doesn't mean I don't want to be here. In fact, I'm rather intrigued that it's you. Certainly better than a balding businessman with a wife at home~." The smallest smirk cracking over his lips at that.

"is... the spirit still around?" He questioned curiously, tilting his head slightly to look over the other. As if that would give him some sort of information o his question.

Seeing the man's expression become that calm, neutral one, Ryou shifted slightly to be able to face him more easily, that was more like it. He leaned back on his hands slightly, listening quietly as Mariku spoke.

"I'm more impressed that you remembered me at all. Considering we only met once." He responded after a moment, though at the question about the spirit, he offered a placid shrug of his shoulders.

"He could be, though I wouldn't know either way. I haven't seen him nor heard of him being present though, as far as I'm aware." He answered honestly, he couldn't really care less either way. After all, the spirit was the reason he was this.... Unfeeling in the first place.

"I have to admit, I've always found you quite interesting, ever since we met on that brief occasion. I suppose it has something to do with my interest in the macabre perhaps, but I'm glad I at least get a chance to talk with you again."

#cannibalmariku

Open Starter for Mutuals.

What a shitty night.

Most nights at work were gratifying and even fun for Mariku. Tonight however, it seemed that whatever could go wrong, was absolutely going wrong.

Issues with the lights. Issues with music not playing at the correct times. Some rowdy, upper crust collage boys that never dealt with consequences causing problems with other guests. Ect....

It was all leaving Mariku wish a building migraine.

The blonde sat at his vanity in the dancers room back stage. leaning back fully in his chair, he slide open one of the drawers and pulled out a neat and tightly wrapped blunt. Not a second thought about simply lighting up right there and taking a deep pull from it to fill his lungs.

A couple of his colleagues sauntered by, teasing him in passing about smoking inside, to which he simply responded by blowing smoke in their direction. The action came off playful and light. Tough he could not stop himself from setting his jaw in annoyance once they were out of sight.

Clawed digits came up to massage his temple and forehead slowly. A small, sad attempt at soothing his growing headache. Doing his best to ignore the sound of footsteps growing closer. He knew just by the gate, exactly who it was. Making no move to put out his medicine. The other knew better.

"What is it now, Hitoshi... as I'm sure you're well aware, tonight's been a bitch. I'm taking off early." Mariku's voice was even but still holding an edge of annoyance to it. Still respectful to his boss. But clearly voicing his displeasure.

Mariku wasn't even facing the older man but he could sense the nervous energy in the air. An indication the other was about to ask him for something. Great...

Mariku was the most popular dancer at their establishment with both men and women. He brought them a large chunk of their revenue. Being in such a position had its perks... like being able to push back on things the blonde wasn't interested in.

"Ah, Mariku... it's just that well.... there's a customer that's requesting you, specifically." The older mans voice wavered slightly. Mariku was finally turning his head at that to make eye contact, narrowing his eyes. Clearly not what he wanted to hear as he started to part his lips, though Hitoshi interjected.

"They really wanted to see you."

Mariku cocked his head at this, lips parting yet again as his eyes flashed with defiance. Ready to snap back with a 'You better be fucking joking', before he was cut off yet again. Lavender eyes rolling as he pressed his tongue into his inner cheek. Lifting his blunt to take another hit.

"Y-you know tonight's been slow... with all the issues. besides, I know you love getting the extra tips! they promised to pay extra just for you."

".... Fine." Was all Mariku said. Ignoring Hitoshi's 'thank you's' and turning back to his vanity with an exaggerated sigh. This person had better be worth it.

When he'd heard that Mariku was around, Ryou had to admit that he had a rather...Odd reason for seeking the man out. This powerful, dangerous and prideful person that had once sent the spirit of the ring to the shadow realm with almost no effort.

So, after being told to wait in a private room, there he sat in a quiet, patient silence. There was no hurry to his expression, he never felt the need to hurry anything anymore.

Ryou was the opposite of Mariku in many ways. He was reserved, silent in a way that made most people uncomfortable in his presence. It didn't help that he had silver hair that curled around his shoulders in an ethereal manner, or that his eyes matched the same unnerving pink as a white lab rat, nor that he no longer seemed to feel....Pretty well anything.

He never smiled, never laughed, never showed fear, never faltered, never yelled, never frowned. Just the same, blank expression that came from years of being completely numb, with the only voices he ever heard anymore being those within his own head. Not even Yugi and co could dare go near him nowadays, not that he wanted them to.

Still, as he waited in that numb, patient way he always had, he couldn't help but wonder if this was really the same man who had been dangerous enough to nearly wipe out the most powerful duelists of their generation. Perhaps just being around someone so powerful, so deadly and unpredictable might help stir his soul back to life again, somehow.

He just hoped that Mariku would be willing to take two seconds and hear him out, otherwise he'd just accept being told to get lost and leave the same tip amount that he'd been planning on anyway. It was no skin off his nose either way.

Hitoshi hadn't given Mariku any information about his mystery client. Simply stating that he seemed somewhat young. It didn't matter to Mariku, as long as he was getting paid well he supposed. He did hope they wouldn't be boring, at least.

Mariku had gotten himself back together. Re-applying his kohl and fixing his hair. Straightening the deep scarlet dress shirt and black slacks he'd worn to work that evening. He had to make sure and look extra nice for the VIP. A spritz of cologne around his throat as he ensured the first few buttons of his dress shirt remained undone.

Perfect.

The blonde sauntered down the narrow hallway, two glasses in hand with a bottle of champagne as he willed himself to smile invitingly. Even if he was annoyed at having to stay later... Mariku was very good at what he did. They'd never know.

As the door to the private room was pushed open, Mariku flashed a dazzling smile, Kicking the door shut behind him. Keeping his voice light and playful when he finally spoke.

"Hey honey~! So sorry to keep you waiting. I just had a few last minute things I needed-.... to...." Mariku stopped in his tracks. Lavender eyes finally meeting the others face as it took him a moment to recover from the whiplash. He hadn't known what he'd expected to walk in on that night, but it certainly wasn't this.

That soft, white as snow hair....It couldn't be- But it was. Did the other remember him? He had to have if he requested him, right?

Mariku had been so intrigued by the other... even with the limited interaction. He certainly hadn't expected him to search the blonde out first. He didn't want to assume to many things at once. Best to play it safe.

"....Sorry, you're just... not what I expected, is all." He continued, his lips forming a more gentle, polite smile as he closed the distance between them, setting the glasses and bottle on the low glass table.

Ryou raised a quiet, unaffected brow when the man came in, the sweet talk was not something he found necessary and based on that tone, he could tell it was an act. Reading people was something he'd become an expert at, especially the most subtle of cues.

Uncrossing his legs from their usual position, he stood and stretched, a soft sigh leaving him. His expression didn't change from its blank, almost unimpressed expression.

"Don't apologize, everyone has that reaction when they see me. And drop the sweet talk if you would, I've no interest in being patronized." he said, voice soft but firm as usual, no change in tone or offense.

"If you're worried about offending me or hurting my feelings, don't be, I don't have any feelings left to be hurt. So, you're Mariku, the one who kicked the ring spirit's ass three ways to Sunday." The man mused, soft pink eyes looking the man up and down for a moment, just observing him for a few seconds.

"Alright, I'll get right to the point, I can tell this is the last place you want to be. I only want a few minutes of your time, no more than fifteen minutes or so unless you decide to stick around longer. However, you have every right to tell me to fuck off, I won't take any offense, and it wouldn't affect me either way, your tip would still be the same, it's entirely your choice. As for my reason for asking for you specifically, I'll admit I let my curiosity get the better of me...You certainly do match the powerful and dangerous person that almost got all of us killed all those years ago, I'm honestly rather impressed."

A slight pause as he moved to casually sit on the edge of the bed, one leg elegantly crossing over the other.

"I just wanted one conversation with you. An honest one, no acting, no pretending you want me here, I can already see in your eyes that you'd rather I go anywhere but here. You can complain about your day, curse me six ways to Sunday, whatever you want, I'm just here to listen to you rather than the other way round. I just figured it would be nice to have someone else's voice in my ears rather than the ones in my head for once, and considering I have no one else to talk to, I figured this to be the best option. And maybe...If I finally have an honest conversation with someone for once, I might be able to feel something again."

#cannibalmariku

Open Starter for Mutuals.

What a shitty night.

Most nights at work were gratifying and even fun for Mariku. Tonight however, it seemed that whatever could go wrong, was absolutely going wrong.

Issues with the lights. Issues with music not playing at the correct times. Some rowdy, upper crust collage boys that never dealt with consequences causing problems with other guests. Ect....

It was all leaving Mariku wish a building migraine.

The blonde sat at his vanity in the dancers room back stage. leaning back fully in his chair, he slide open one of the drawers and pulled out a neat and tightly wrapped blunt. Not a second thought about simply lighting up right there and taking a deep pull from it to fill his lungs.

A couple of his colleagues sauntered by, teasing him in passing about smoking inside, to which he simply responded by blowing smoke in their direction. The action came off playful and light. Tough he could not stop himself from setting his jaw in annoyance once they were out of sight.

Clawed digits came up to massage his temple and forehead slowly. A small, sad attempt at soothing his growing headache. Doing his best to ignore the sound of footsteps growing closer. He knew just by the gate, exactly who it was. Making no move to put out his medicine. The other knew better.

"What is it now, Hitoshi... as I'm sure you're well aware, tonight's been a bitch. I'm taking off early." Mariku's voice was even but still holding an edge of annoyance to it. Still respectful to his boss. But clearly voicing his displeasure.

Mariku wasn't even facing the older man but he could sense the nervous energy in the air. An indication the other was about to ask him for something. Great...

Mariku was the most popular dancer at their establishment with both men and women. He brought them a large chunk of their revenue. Being in such a position had its perks... like being able to push back on things the blonde wasn't interested in.

"Ah, Mariku... it's just that well.... there's a customer that's requesting you, specifically." The older mans voice wavered slightly. Mariku was finally turning his head at that to make eye contact, narrowing his eyes. Clearly not what he wanted to hear as he started to part his lips, though Hitoshi interjected.

"They really wanted to see you."

Mariku cocked his head at this, lips parting yet again as his eyes flashed with defiance. Ready to snap back with a 'You better be fucking joking', before he was cut off yet again. Lavender eyes rolling as he pressed his tongue into his inner cheek. Lifting his blunt to take another hit.

"Y-you know tonight's been slow... with all the issues. besides, I know you love getting the extra tips! they promised to pay extra just for you."

".... Fine." Was all Mariku said. Ignoring Hitoshi's 'thank you's' and turning back to his vanity with an exaggerated sigh. This person had better be worth it.

When he'd heard that Mariku was around, Ryou had to admit that he had a rather...Odd reason for seeking the man out. This powerful, dangerous and prideful person that had once sent the spirit of the ring to the shadow realm with almost no effort.

So, after being told to wait in a private room, there he sat in a quiet, patient silence. There was no hurry to his expression, he never felt the need to hurry anything anymore.

Ryou was the opposite of Mariku in many ways. He was reserved, silent in a way that made most people uncomfortable in his presence. It didn't help that he had silver hair that curled around his shoulders in an ethereal manner, or that his eyes matched the same unnerving pink as a white lab rat, nor that he no longer seemed to feel....Pretty well anything.

He never smiled, never laughed, never showed fear, never faltered, never yelled, never frowned. Just the same, blank expression that came from years of being completely numb, with the only voices he ever heard anymore being those within his own head. Not even Yugi and co could dare go near him nowadays, not that he wanted them to.

Still, as he waited in that numb, patient way he always had, he couldn't help but wonder if this was really the same man who had been dangerous enough to nearly wipe out the most powerful duelists of their generation. Perhaps just being around someone so powerful, so deadly and unpredictable might help stir his soul back to life again, somehow.

He just hoped that Mariku would be willing to take two seconds and hear him out, otherwise he'd just accept being told to get lost and leave the same tip amount that he'd been planning on anyway. It was no skin off his nose either way.

#cannibalmariku

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#starter call~!#{rings n things;; ic}

@chaosmarik:

"And so are you."

"Well yes, that's true. I suppose I am."

Ryou outright laughed at that. A real, genuine laugh.

"Oh, stabbing me in the back. How original, as if nobody's ever done that to me before~. But sure, let's try it, perhaps this time I can manage a squeak or two for you."

Were they threatening one another or was this playful banter? Nobody would likely ever know. Perhaps even they didn't know. But it was fun.

"I know stabbing isn't the most original thing but I think it would work in this case," he admitted. "Let me hear you scream," he encouraged. The barian was certainly threatening the boy but he also knew how difficult it was.

"Let's see you try it then. Though you still don't scare me."

Ryou smiled, offering a casual shrug of his shoulders as he simply just opened his arms and decided to let Yami Marik be the one to make the next move.

He approached the other and wrapped his arms around him and squeezed hard, hoping to hurt the boy.

"Oof-!" Ryou grunted a little, more out of surprise than anything, though he didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around Yami Marik's shoulders and squeeze him back just as tightly.

It was a little hard to breathe, but with his high pain tolerance, that little grunt of surprise could possibly end up being the most the other would get out of him right now.

#chaosmarik #hugs of death #that's a new one lmao

@chaosmarik:

"And so are you."

"Well yes, that's true. I suppose I am."

Ryou outright laughed at that. A real, genuine laugh.

"Oh, stabbing me in the back. How original, as if nobody's ever done that to me before~. But sure, let's try it, perhaps this time I can manage a squeak or two for you."

Were they threatening one another or was this playful banter? Nobody would likely ever know. Perhaps even they didn't know. But it was fun.

"I know stabbing isn't the most original thing but I think it would work in this case," he admitted. "Let me hear you scream," he encouraged. The barian was certainly threatening the boy but he also knew how difficult it was.

"Let's see you try it then. Though you still don't scare me."

Ryou smiled, offering a casual shrug of his shoulders as he simply just opened his arms and decided to let Yami Marik be the one to make the next move.

@chaosmarik:

"And so are you."

"Well yes, that's true. I suppose I am."

Ryou outright laughed at that. A real, genuine laugh.

"Oh, stabbing me in the back. How original, as if nobody's ever done that to me before~. But sure, let's try it, perhaps this time I can manage a squeak or two for you."

Were they threatening one another or was this playful banter? Nobody would likely ever know. Perhaps even they didn't know. But it was fun.

Processing the fact that he just got patted like a dog...

"Meh, acceptable."

@haqiqa-anqa

#{rings n things;; ic}#dfghbj #I just spat out my coffee omg

"...Bow wow, motherfuckers."

#//dash commentary #{rings n things;; ic}#chaosmarik #ryou why are you like this omg

@chaosmarik:

"And so are you."

"Well yes, that's true. I suppose I am."

"Yeah, you're right. I would. I'd cuddle you if you'd let me, you know that well enough too, probably..." Ryou chuckled warmly as he spoke. He had to wonder how he'd managed to seemingly form some sort of bond with someone as dangerous as Yami Marik, but maybe he was just a special brand of crazy. Yeah, that was probably it.

"Yes, I know you would cuddle me if given a chance," he admitted. "Maybe I should let you do it. Let's see how loud you can scream when I crush your ribs." Was he serious? Maybe?

"Hmm, perhaps we should find out." Was he also being serious? Who knew at this point, but it was fun either way. He definitely wouldn't be opposed to trying it, even if it meant actually getting crushed, but oh well. It would be well worth it.

#chaosmarik #these two crack me up lol

@chaosmarik:

"And so are you."

"Well yes, that's true. I suppose I am."

"Yeah, you're right. I would. I'd cuddle you if you'd let me, you know that well enough too, probably..." Ryou chuckled warmly as he spoke. He had to wonder how he'd managed to seemingly form some sort of bond with someone as dangerous as Yami Marik, but maybe he was just a special brand of crazy. Yeah, that was probably it.

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