Panty raid time!

[moderndaydragon]

[So, maybe you were just relaxing in your dorm. Or getting a shower, or what have you. But there's a knock at your door, soon enough! On the other side is Karasu with a bag over her shoulder, who gives a bright smile just before asking:]

Would it be okay if I looked through your closet?

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[moderndaydragon]

Well... at least it's something, right?

[Even if her hand feels weird from that licking, the idea that it helped is enough to get a smile.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

That's true. Heheh, you truly are a miracle girl.

[moderndaydragon]

I don't know about that...

[Way to make her blush, Bakura. She rubs her neck a little.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Heheh. He draws something out of the bag, studying it for a moment before deciding to try it on. Might wanna turn your back, Karasu... he's as immodest as you. You don't want to see him pantsless, right?]

[moderndaydragon]

[That's a trick question, isn't it? Karasu does get up and turn around on noticing he's changing... but she's probably trying to sneak a glance when he's not paying attention.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[The bandages on his body are mostly on the upper half, save those on one of his legs. So it's probably quite a clear view she's getting when she peeks. Ryou has a pretty nice body, if very pale. Paler than usual, even. His legs are very slim, not muscular, but clearly used to running around.

When he's dressed, he sits back, raising his voice carelessly.]

Yo~ Karasu-chan. How do I look?

[moderndaydragon]

[Don't mind her face being red as anything, Bakura~. It's nothing at all~.

...At least, it wasn't. But seeing him dressed like that has her face blushing so hard that it looks almost like paint against her own equally pale skin.]

I... uh... Wow...

[fluffydeathdealer]

...? [He looks confused, though his shoulders shake with quiet laughter after a moment.]

Heheh. You like it that much?

[moderndaydragon]

Y-Yeah, you look really... good in it...

[Which is why she's still starting at you.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

I'll keep this one then. It's pretty comfortable.

[Though he could do without the waistcoat. Oh well. Just going to make sure the collar's unbuttoned low enough to be comfortable and stretch out on the couch, flashing her a smile.]

Hey, Karasu, you're really red. You're not getting a temperature, are you? [Feigning worry...

[moderndaydragon]

[ACK NOTICED.]

N-No, I'm fine! Sorry, I just... you really do look good and... yeah...

[fluffydeathdealer]

Careful. I might start thinking you like me if you keep that up.

[A light chuckle. Oww, leaning back hurts. He'd better sit up for a while.]

[moderndaydragon]

...Ah, well...

That wouldn't be really wrong, Bakura-kun.

[fluffydeathdealer]

...eh? What?

[It's not the most dignified of responses, but it's the only one he can think of right now.]

[moderndaydragon]

I... actually do... Like you, so...

[fluffydeathdealer]

...Karasu-chan, how old are you?

[moderndaydragon]

I'm 16... why?

[fluffydeathdealer]

I see... It's hard to tell with that hair, so I wasn't sure.

[Same age as Malik, too, huh? Interesting. Apparently teenagers were just all over this body. Ryou should thank him. Even if he sleeps through it, he's getting some good experiences.]

Will you sit with me a little?

[moderndaydragon]

Yes, of course!

[Karasu sits down next to him, smiling brightly.]

Yeah... I've had people think I was an adult before. It's a little weird.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Everyone thinks mine's dyed. I apparently don't look my age too well, heheh.

[Stupid Ryou and his stupid young face.]

[moderndaydragon]

It's as natural as mine, isn't it?

[She resists the urge to reach over and tangle her hands in it.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

It is. I've had hair like this ever since I was a child.

[He wouldn't mind if she did.]

People used to bully me for it a lot, actually.

[moderndaydragon]

[...Okay, now she can't help it. Must touch and feel!]

...That sounds exactly like me. Did you get your parents trying to forcibly dye it, too?

[fluffydeathdealer]

[It's very soft to the touch, unlike its spiky appearance. It's just as fluffy as it looks, too - the kind of hair you'd like to just lie in and curl up forever...]

No... My mother left when I was still pretty young, and my father had a job that took him away from home a lot. So I just... got used to being alone. I wanted friends more than anything, but I just ended up living with it for a long time. Heh... I was such a pushover.

[Telling Ryou's story from his side is a rarity. Talking about his host's life as if it was his... how foolish. If it had been his, those 'bullies' would never have laid a finger on him and lived.]

[moderndaydragon]

[Which means she'll be leaning over to bury her face in it. Hope that's fine! Her hand unconsciously goes down to rest on the top of his, though, and he can feel her frown into him.

How horrible...]

Heh... I'd trade you any day, though. Even if you were lonely, at least...

[...]

No, nevermind. It's no big deal.