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🧸 "How are you holding up, Sy?" Kagome asked him with a smile.
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🧸 "How are you holding up, Sy?" Kagome asked him with a smile.
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He stood fast in front of Yami, glaring and all but challenging his attacker. The next strike however had Yugi dodging and blowing silvery dust from his palm into their face. No, Yugi didn’t like violence, after all dream magic wasn’t exactly handy against dangers in the waking world. But sleeping dust had it’s advantages of knocking people out.
“Are you okay?” He looked at Yami, voice full of concern.
@angelus-x-tenebrae liked for Yami!
“Oh no. What are you doing here now, of all times...?”
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If there is one of many things he despises, it was having to do his own hunting. Granted, it was necessary with the events he hosted considering cheating was something that was inevitable. The problem with this is that, well... standing around staring at people usually got you marked as odd and had you watched in return. So the lack of any other place here is... troubling to say the least. Internally, he can’t help but groan at the impending awkwardness that is likely to unfold when he does actually sit and is, of course, questioned on it.
“Aahh... Not from you. My apologies, I just... needed cover for a moment.”
He knows how that sounds. Makes it sound like he’s being followed or something. Like this was some weird, bad spy movie. He hated how he had no way to properly articulate himself here. His gaze shifts to the other people around, watching. The tip led him here... now where was the bastard?
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Atem looked up at the stars and sighed. They of course weren’t the stars he had seen for his first sixteen years of life. These were different. Of course there were similarities. Though the heavens moved most of the stars stayed in relative positions to one another even three thousand years later. It was a calming thought, he supposed. He should have likely watched where he was going, but then again if you had a screaming asshole in your head, would you be paying utter and complete attention to your surroundings? Likely not. So when Atem shoulder checked another being, in back alley in the warehouse district of Domino, he simply muttered and apology and continued to walk.
❛ 🜲 ⇝ ( @angelus-x-tenebrae) / From here.
❝ Ohhh! You’re right. Do you have a coin? I have none for that. But I should think between two. Oh yeah, between Kaiba and other me. ❞
The pharaoh stopped floating ( yes, he was floating ) and after standing in front of Ryou, he offered his hand, in expectation of receiving a coin.
“Go die. Now.”
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"You never asked what I was into. You think I’m vanilla?”