NEVER ENOUGH YGOS

[awishforfriends]

[For those actually loitering inside the building today, you may end up seeing a small little boy with weirdly spiked hair wandering around, most likely having passed you by. Perhaps he asked one of the less helpful people around for directions to some city or outside, and just gotten turned around.

As it is, he's been in and out of rooms and hallways at least three times now. It's only once he's -- somehow -- on the roof again that he finally surrenders to the prospect that he's lost, sighing and flopping his back against one of the AC units.

His hands reach down to fiddle with the large, golden object around his neck, looking up to the sky.]

Jounouchi-kun... Honda-kun... Anzu... where are you?

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[fluffydeathdealer]

[But just as gently as Bakura's was fierce, the flow of magic that pulls Ryou into control leaves him blinking in confusion. Not again. He couldn't have hurt anyone, could he?]

...what...? Did something... happen just now?

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[adarkjudge]

[As Yami Bakura is violently whisked away, the Dark Pharaoh's voice echos through everything around him. That amused, almost flirty tone is gone, now replaced with the one of a harsh judge.]

You tread upon the souls of my friend and I for your own desires... Now, feel what it's like to be denied even the most simple of them.

[awishforfriends]

[And then Yugi is awake, staring at Ryou for a moment before the other boy wakes up. He isn't sure where he is, why there's a filled board in front of them, or why he feels a weird stinging somewhere on his body.

He had blacked out... again...

When Ryou poses the question, relief floods through him -- he wasn't the only one! -- and he quickly tries to play it off.]

Ah, we finished, Bakura-kun! It looks like you won.

[It's... not really lying, is it? At least he's not making up a story, but he really doesn't want to come clean...]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Ah- ...Did I fall asleep?

[It's a lame coverup, but the only one he can think of right now. Stretching, he sits up straight, wondering vaguely why his hand hurts. Catching a thrown knife by the blade will do that to you, but he had no idea that had even happened.]

I must have been tireder than I thought...

[Weren't they heading to the Northern Wing? Why would there be a-

...game... board?

Yugi seems alright, though. Did the spirit lose?]

[awishforfriends]

Yeah! I guess you were tired... you should've told me. We can go look later.

[Actually, Yugi feels a little tired himself, come to think of it. And there's that weird pain in his mouth and somewhere.

As he reaches his arm up to scratch his cheek, there's a sudden SHARP feeling telling him, yes, that's where it hurts. He quickly drops it, though he doesn't look for fear of alerting Ryou.]

You should go to sleep if you're tired, Bakura-kun. Or we can play a game...

[Please be either tired or bite on the offer, please.]