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[snowflakeryo]

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He wiped his face, trying to steady himself before putting the phone back to his ear. How could this be happening? How could he just keep saying one stupid thing after the other? Why was he even allowed to speak? To Ryo, all of these were valid questions.

Was.. Kaiba wanted to actually see him after that horrible display?

How?

Why?

Probably to tell Ryo face to face that he had no interest in him, so it would have a better affect, so Ryo would get more than a hint-

No. Calm down, Ryo Bakura. The softness in Kaiba's voice, the more he focused on it, the more it helped him to get a bit of a grip. So, taking a shaky breath, he nodded, "I- I'll be right there.." he mumbled before hanging up the phone.

After quickly pocketing the phone, our young, white haired, anxiety ridden dungeon master was hastily leaving. The world around him seemed to be in slow motion as he rushed to meet Kaiba.

-

At this point, Ryo had access to a few places. Kaiba's office was, in fact, one of them.

A majority of Kaiba's staff knew him by name and some even considered him to be a friend.

When Ryo entered the office, his eyes were a bit red and puffy, but not drastically so, and his hues were wet and glossy, making it obvious he was either about to cry or had been crying. Possibly both. He stayed near the door; Nervous and ready to flee in the case of Kaiba, in fact, hating his guts.

"Kaiba-kun..."

[pxzzlepieces-blog]

@austerre

     Oh, he was going to mind. Though Atem couldn’t say that he disliked being given attention normally, he wasn’t sure of what to make of the eyes that were currently settled upon him, watching as the former Pharaoh flipped through the pages of the book that had previously held his focus. He tried, unsuccessfully, to keep reading, to ignore that gaze - but eventually, a sigh of annoyance escaped him before he looked to the brunet, clapping the book shut.

     “Is there something terribly interesting that I’m doing, or am I simply too radiant for you to look away?”

[wheeluh]

@austerre - one-line starter !

          “Would you believe me if I told you it was an accident?”

He stares sheepishly at his poor car, crumpled and lodged determinedly into the front gate of Kaiba Mansion, smoking just a little. 

[the-nexus]

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     She never understood in obsession with Duel Monsters. Sure, the holograms made them more interesting, but surely it was overrated. But perhaps this was merely an excuse to hide her lack of knowledge of the game. 

     Not could she escape the chatter of the latest cards and upcoming tournaments. The children who flocked to The Andromeda often showed off their decks to friends, swapping cards, and having duels right on the floor. Though she found no interest in the game itself, perhaps she could raise business further by hosting tournaments within the arcade. A stage could easily be installed, but the holographic tech? Not so much.

     After days of internal debate, she had come to a decision. Fingers tapped against her silver phone screen before being placed to her ear. With any luck, she be patched to the man who had invented the holographic technology in the first place. Or arrange a meeting. After all, he was an elite duelist himself. There wasn’t a player alive who hadn’t heard the name Seto Kaiba.

[duelingdestiny]

Grave Accusations

Amethyst eyes flashed dangerously as he waited for the glass doors to Kaiba Corp to open. Atem took in his reflection. This was an awful idea. He knew it. His face was set in a scowl and if looks could kill...gods almighty. 

Still he pressed on. He thought perhaps he would have issue with security at the front desk. But he was greeted with a “Good morning Mr. Mutou.” Which made him cringe with guilt. He hadn’t even sought out Yuugi. He should, but...No, this needs to be handled before he can do anything else. 

Using Yugi’s credentials, Atem made his way to the elevator and entered. They told him the top floor would be unlocked for him. Not everyone could simply walk into Seto Kaiba’s office. Atem knew that, but looking like Yuugi had it’s perks it seemed. The elevator ride seemed both far too fast and excruciatingly slow for Atem’s taste. It was just long enough for his anger to build back up to a disharmonious crescendo as he stepped out of the elevator. 

It was easy to tell where the most powerful man’s office in this building and in the city lie, and Atem headed towards the double doors. Once inside, he stormed past the absolutely panicking secretary and simply let himself in. He strode to directly in front of Kaiba’s desk, eyes on fire now as he took in the CEO. When last he had seen him it had been on a different plane. Atem recalled his last words which were “See you soon.” And here he was, fulfilling the prophecy. It was enough to make his blood boil. Slamming his hands on the desk Atem growled. “Just what kind of damn game do you think you’re playing at here, Seto Kaiba?”

[ironbloodccd]

Touch Starved Prompts

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🤣 - tickles my muse

     Her monthly always put a damper on her mood. The cramps, the fatigue and the emotional drops that came with it were always enough to make Wynn draw back into herself. It didn’t help that her anxiety always seemed to spike during these times too, bringing up insecurities that she normally would have been able to ignore. Such was the case here, as she lay curled up in bed under the covers with her DS abandoned on the nightstand. Needless to say, motivation was at an all time low, and even having Seto close by wasn’t helping to bring the brunette out of her funk.

     Especially since her head was swirling with insecurities with hormonal insecurities that often accompanied her period. Did he really find her attractive? How could he? There were so many girls who were, well, better than she was, who were slimmer and more feminine in both appearance and personality. Those thoughts at her curling further into herself why her teeth found her bottom lip.

     Even when she felt hands on her and heard Seto murmur her name, Wynn did little more than glance back over her shoulder at. As their gazes met, the girl saw his brows furrow, an expression that she recognized as the one that he often wore when he was trying to decide the best course of action to take. She felt one of his hands shift then, slipping down to her side, and for a moment, the girl couldn’t help but feel self-conscious. Lips parted to perhaps ask a question, or maybe to tell Seto that she was fine - truthfully, she wasn’t really sure herself.

     Because the thought was lost as a gasp of surprise overtook her, followed by a startled laugh that soon wracked her body as a tickling sensation suddenly ran across her side, moving soon to her belly. Instinctively, Wynn found herself trying to wriggle away from his hands as gasping, breathless laughs left her writhing form. Was he-- was Seto-- ??

     “Wh-Wha-- S-Set-t-to--” She could hardly get a word out, the sensation making it impossible to stop laughing. Attempts to move away her boyfriend’s hands were met with him simply drawing her closer, and it was clear that he wasn’t about to let her escape so easily.

     “Oh G-God-- m-mercy! S-Seto, m-merc-cy-!”

[blazingsourpuss]

[ SMS Baby Boy Blue ]: Make sure I am buried with the utmost honors--and keep my grandfather away from my funeral.

[ SMS Baby Boy Blue ]: Its my death, he'll make it his moment.

[ SMS Baby Boy Blue ]: That being said, since you asked so nicely I guess I can stick around a bit longer---milk you for all you're worth. You know, a regular monday. @austerre cont. x

[blu3yes]

💀 an urgent text.

texts@austerre

       To: Definitely Not Pickled Rick

[text]: HELP.[text]: SEND HELP.[text]: STUCK IN MACHINE.

       Thankfully, he’s really in no trouble. Even if someone were to turn the damn thing on he’d be fine, if just a little startled. But that’s not going to stop him from continuing with the litany of over dramatic all-caps texts to this version of himself he’s scarcely spoken to. 

[text]: PLEASE ATTEMPT RETRIEVAL.[text]: PREFERABLY SOON.