#headstrongaries

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"It’s okay to have a bad day every once in a while."

“You’re right, I suppose- but-.”The boy huffed, glancing off in another direction before he rung his hands together. It wasn’t just a bad day, it was a bad month. He didn’t know how to cope, how to deal with it all. It stayed pent up and it showed on his complexion. The stress had taken it’s toll, contorting the usual bright demeanor into a hollow and depressing shell. He sat down in the nearest seat, quite eagerly, running his hands over his face before they sat over his eyes, staying there in place. It wasn’t long until Yugi began to tremble, perhaps he was crying? It was hard to tell; he had gone silent, and his eyes were hidden.

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It was a bit rude of him to simply find a shirt and put it on - but with how small he was, this severed as a rather nice dress almost and he had always preferred loose clothing. He really did not like the type of clothes males were suppose to wear in this age. Maybe he was being a little too fussy. He knew explaining this to kaiba was going to be a nightmare - since he’d agreed to replace everything.  “Thanks for letting me stay” he smiled softly as he glanced off towards the direction where Maha could be heard meowing as she played, “And for letting the cat stay as well... I know pets can sometimes get in the way” 

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💋

Oh. Arin. Asking for a kiss. Poor little Yugi flared up before he finally got onto his tiptoes, making the much much much taller male bend down to meet him. Once that was over and done with, he stared for a moment before finally pressing his lips to the other’s.Is it bad to savor and enjoy this?

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🤕 :3c

Yugi leaned away from the ram, keeping his arms tucked behind his back and shakily smiling.

Just an accident with the box cutter- literally, there was a gruesome cut, slightly infected, on his hand that he had been hiding with gloves. The cons of working in a shop meant there was lots of boxes to open every time new stock came in. Yugi just slipped up- a few times. Both hands were cut, but the biggest had gotten infected so he took to hiding it to prevent it from getting worse, and to prevent anyone thinking something bad happened.“I d’unno what you’re going on about, Arin. My hands are just really cold. I didn’t know wearing gloves could be suspicious?”

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Yugi had, for the third time, requested the twins to help him around the shop. It was the middle of the week, and without his Grandpa working, the midday rush of customers often overwhelmed him and made it nearly impossible for him to function well during his job.The evening rush had subsided, leaving the shop mostly empty while Yugi sat at the counter, going over stocks and sales, seeing how much profit they made during the busiest hours. Naturally, Arin was off doing whatever Yugi had told him to, possibly checking inventory in the back or looking for some posters he was supposed to hang up in the windows. He forgot what he had told him to do.

Not that it entirely mattered. The ram had agreed to do most things as long as they were in moderation, which was reasonable. The poor boy wasn’t going to force Arin to do anything too extreme anyway, like move heavy things.

He was snapped out of his concentrated gaze and state of mind when the bells on the door chimed, signalling someone had entered. He perked up, greeting them like he normally did. Smile wide, voice soft and welcoming.

“Welcome! How may I he-...”

Except, his voice had wavered, smile fading after he realized WHAT had come through the door. Those were no customers. Those were... hooligans, heathens, to say the least. Equipped with weaponry ranging from guns to makeshift baseball bats with rusted nails in them. And, frankly, he couldn’t bring himself to move or finish his sentence until the one with the pistol pointed it to his forehead and spoke in a low, threatening tone...

Much to Yugi’s dismay, he was so scared that he couldn’t even hear, just see his lips moving. He caught onto ‘where’ and ‘demon’. Was he asking where Arin was?

“...He’s not here today. Pl-Please see yourself out. Or... or-”

That wasn’t the right answer, because he found himself being grabbed by the shirt collar and tugged halfway over the glass counter, gun pressing against his lower jaw. 

It was at that moment, that Yugi actually cried out. And realized what wet leather felt like.

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Send me 😩 to catch my muse throwing up.

Yugi had texted the Aries prior to feeling like garbage, requesting that he come by if he had the time. Stated the door was unlocked, let himself in once he arrived. Of course, the heaving and burning of his throat would distract him from the announced or unannounced arrival. Yup. Poor, small star child was bent into the sink, yes, the sink. He didn’t have time to make it to the bathroom when the wave of nausea kicked in full throttle. By the time he even made it onto his feed, his cheeks had already puffed a touch and the threat of spilling was obvious. The sink would do.No, he didn’t want to be seen like this, nor did he expect it. And, he didn’t expect how much. How long had it been? Five minutes? All he knew is that his throat burned and stung, his nose was running and his sinuses were draining so much he could hardly breathe between heaves and hurls. His shaky, clammy hands clutched onto the counter to support his shaking knees. And he was unbearably, God awfully sweaty and dizzy. Fantastic...

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[📩-Ram] how can I unplug it?

[📩-Ram] I can't get near the place. The fires too hot

[📩-Ram] Should I phone for help?

[📩-Ram] Wait so dump water on it? I thought that water and electronics didn't go together

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@headstrongaries Having missed his morning train, Atem had the grand idea of walking to collage instead of waiting around for the next train. This of course had lead him to ending up lost, a sigh of frustration passing his lips as he paused to pull out his phone once more, staring at the map on his screen and trying to make sense of it. Nope. Glancing around, he noticed someone nearby on one of the benches. It was either ask for help or wait to be found - either sounded horrid, but he found his feet moving over to the young woman. "Excuse me? Miss? I was wondering if you could help me any?"