... [Was that a flash of bright pink? Snerk.] I won't ask. I don't think I want to know.
[He leans back against the wall, eying the stranger over. Small, relatively young, nervous... he'd bet he didn't see much danger face to face. Considering the way his jacket had glowed slightly in the blackout, and the fact that his underwear was hot pink, from what little he could see beyond the book, he'd guess he was more used to showiness than he was anything resembling action. But who could tell? When cornered, even a rat could bite. Hell, Bakura himself wore eyeliner, and he wasn't exactly the most innocent of people.
Lifting the book between two fingers, an oddly flashy way of holding it, he offers it without taking his eyes off of Matt. He seems utterly relaxed, as if it's every day to be talking to someone you once threatened to feed to a monster, in your underwear, about vampire lit.]
You look like you've seen a ghost. This what you were looking for?
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[He leans back against the wall, eying the stranger over. Small, relatively young, nervous... he'd bet he didn't see much danger face to face. Considering the way his jacket had glowed slightly in the blackout, and the fact that his underwear was hot pink, from what little he could see beyond the book, he'd guess he was more used to showiness than he was anything resembling action. But who could tell? When cornered, even a rat could bite. Hell, Bakura himself wore eyeliner, and he wasn't exactly the most innocent of people.
Lifting the book between two fingers, an oddly flashy way of holding it, he offers it without taking his eyes off of Matt. He seems utterly relaxed, as if it's every day to be talking to someone you once threatened to feed to a monster, in your underwear, about vampire lit.]
You look like you've seen a ghost. This what you were looking for?