[The rattle gets his attention! He definitely sees the arm go through the door. Aha, that's the shadow person he's been waiting for.
Ryou gets his arm free and stands there in mortification, but before he can ditch without getting caught, the door opens.
The other Yugi looks different from the time Ryou saw him last, as well as the time before that. His skin's got a deathly pallor, though it's not nearly as bad as it could be, and little fangs flash in his mouth when he speaks. There's a lurking mania in his eyes, a tension Ryou's not seen before, but it's not prominent right now -- it's almost hidden by a glad look, a good, you came.]
Hey.
[The room behind him isn't small: it's made to accommodate monsters that sometimes grow twenty or thirty-foot tails. It's not been personalized much: mostly the indications that someone lives here are heavy curtains, open for now but with a roll of tape on the windowsill, and a belt sander for some reason? It sits on the desk next to a bunch of pencils. What the fuck, other Yugi.]
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Ryou gets his arm free and stands there in mortification, but before he can ditch without getting caught, the door opens.
The other Yugi looks different from the time Ryou saw him last, as well as the time before that. His skin's got a deathly pallor, though it's not nearly as bad as it could be, and little fangs flash in his mouth when he speaks. There's a lurking mania in his eyes, a tension Ryou's not seen before, but it's not prominent right now -- it's almost hidden by a glad look, a good, you came.]
Hey.
[The room behind him isn't small: it's made to accommodate monsters that sometimes grow twenty or thirty-foot tails. It's not been personalized much: mostly the indications that someone lives here are heavy curtains, open for now but with a roll of tape on the windowsill, and a belt sander for some reason? It sits on the desk next to a bunch of pencils. What the fuck, other Yugi.]