@pa-bakura The rain beat upon the window glass subtly, running down the glass leisurely. They all compiled at the bottom of the window sill, dropping to the damp soil below it. Ryou sat calmly behind this window, enjoying the rainy day. The sun shone through the dusty, grey clouds dimly, making a lovely scene for him to gaze upon. Ryou seemed well and fine, and he was, partly, still, did he fear the day— Bakura possibly, would come back. His hair, as always, was disheveled and unkept, not dirty however. He had a young face, yet troubled eyes, always seeming drowsy, including with the dark rings that surrounded them. Still paranoid, he was, phased by even the slightest oddity; superstitious fears he still had held onto, as well. His clothes were ragged, and riddled with a few holes here and there, but these were his pajamas anyway. As of now, he was simply feeling the serenity of a lovely day, and even though his constant fears pecked at him, he hoped it would stay this way. Just, normal. He hoped it'd always be— 'just him'— never did he want to see that dreadful demon ever again, he could burn in hell for all he cared. He hoped everything that could and possibly would hint that cretan was back, was simply a figment of his damaged mind. Just not him, anything but him. Anything.