*Produces a single red rose* "Happy Valentine's day, Yuuri~ Here's a rose just for you!" {magicyan} (just to give yuuri something tbh)
“...” Did he really just.
“U-Uh--” He can feel his face getting redder, goddammit. “T-Thank you?”
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*Produces a single red rose* "Happy Valentine's day, Yuuri~ Here's a rose just for you!" {magicyan} (just to give yuuri something tbh)
“...” Did he really just.
“U-Uh--” He can feel his face getting redder, goddammit. “T-Thank you?”
🐧! Enjoy this rabbit stuffed animal, Yuuri~ It reminded me of you! // magicyan
Send 🐧 to give my Muse a stuffed animal!
Sender chooses what they give!
“... Why did a rabbit remind you of me?”
Oɴ ᴛʜᴇ Rᴜɴ || Closed RP
@magicyan
Did he finally lose those Obelisk Soldiers that were tailing him?
He had escaped to the Xyz Dimension without much thought, thinking it would be abandoned and easy to hide in. While his hunch was true, that didn’t mean that the soldiers sent to defeat him were going to give up that easily. What a pain. Normally he wouldn’t mind a good fight, but even someone like him can’t keep Dueling forever - and the fact that they want to kill him rather than just card him makes things a little more tense.
Yuuri stops running, hiding behind a corner and leaning against a crumbled wall as he breathes heavily. A few moments of recovery, and he remains silent, listening for any footsteps. “... I think they’re finally gone...” he murmurs to himself.
Ah, but he sees someone in the distance, that could be bad. Yuuri stares at the person for a while, trying to identify them. Tall, curly hair, an absolutely ridiculous tacky outfit... wait a minute.
Cautiously, he starts walking towards the other. “Macfield...? What are you doing here...?” He’s genuinely confused, possibly relieved. Wasn’t Dennis supposed to be...? Was that rumor false, then?
"To be honest, I name all the Pokémon that I keep so that way they know I'm never going to give them to the Professor." // magicyan // So Pokemon lover Dennis is actually a gift
“… Macfield, you realize that they’re just pixels and data on your phone, right…” Rolls eyes.
“Though, I name mine too. Just ‘cause I can.”
yayy 💓 // [magicyan] // (they haven't met bUT)
Dennis... has faced a lot for Academia. Injured and demeaned and torn from those dumb duels he likes so much. It makes Yuuri feel bad. In a ‘he brings down the mood kind of way’ of course.
Yuuri could just tell him to cheer up. He tell Dennis off and laugh. Tell him he’s being ridiculous and needs to shape up. He’s sure Dennis wouldn’t mind all that much. Or would act like he doesn’t care. The idiot somehow wears his heart on his sleeve and at the same time so many masks it’s a wonder he knows which face is real.
Instead, for some stupid reason he can’t fathom, Yuuri sighs silently and grasps Dennis’ stupid tie.
He has had a hard time. Far be it from Yuuri to make it worse. Not to someone he actually feels something positive towards. Not that he’s going to say as such out loud. He pulls Dennis down by his tie, down to a more comfortable height - for Yuuri, not Dennis, he’s getting Yuuri’s attention what more does he want? - and wraps his arms awkwardly around his shoulders.
“You’ve had it tough recently,” he says with a sigh, petting his hair gently.
Dennis isn’t getting Yuuri’s attention like this for long so he’d better be making the most of it. He should be grateful. There aren’t many people he’ll take time for like this at all.
“Don’t take these things to heart, ok?”
Idiot. He says and presses a gentle kiss to Dennis’ temple. It’s as tender and comforting as he’s willing to be right now. In public. Where just anyone could wander in and see. The last thing he wants is people thinking he has some sort of feelings for Dennis and that he’s some sort of weakness.
“I want to see more of your dazzling shows,” he whispers. “You always know how to make me smile.”
Yuuri steps back with a scowl, narrowing his eyes and breaking all contact, brushing himself down quickly. That’s enough of that. He’s not going soft just because of some stupid flashy magician.
“Now, get back to work or do something useful or something. Just, don’t bring down the mood while I’m working.”