“Hey, what’s this? Can I try?” (I'm so sorry)
Love Potion Starters | Oh god
Joey scowls, shaking a used ladle at silver-haired nuisance, “Don’t. Not if ya know what’s good for yous. It ain’t yours- so don’t get any bright ideas ‘bout stealing. I don’t want sno Thief King vibes in dis household.”
Besides, this particular batch was for a certain stuck-up Kaiba. Wouldn’t be hilarious to see that rich pretty boy all flustered and embarrassed cause suddenly he feels looooove? Joey laughs internally, it’d be funny to see Marik that way too. Maybe Joey could bring out his alias as a pet name and stuff… What was it again Nomu? Namu? Too bad a potion only lasted a day.
Joey turns, stirring the red-liquid within pot one last time before turning to wash the utensils. A cutting board… some silverware… nothing too extreme. However… did he actually pay attention to what Marik was doing? No. He’s Joey. His attention span is like that of a golden retriever chasing a frisbee one moment and then going for a squirrel the next.
