Disclaimer: nope I don't own YGO
On a lighter note - through a fellow friend/ficcie writer, I choose SPAM
related incidents!!!
Thought: ^Text^ Speech: "Text"
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Ryou awoke to find that, through what he found to be the most weary nights of his life so far, that he had actually managed to sleep. For so long his mind had ticked over the night before, wandering what he should do, what decisions to make. He couldn't remember if he had tired himself out or cried himself to sleep. He found it hard to open his eyes after the evenings events and struggled to focus when he finally opened them. He awoke to see Yami grinning at him in a somewhat demonic fashion. Then again, he'd always struggled to determine whether this were a demonic or innocent face set before him.
"What...what are you doing Yami?"
"Looking! Looking haaaard."
"What for? I have nothing of yours."
"Spam..Need Spam Ryou, help me find my Spam."
'Yami?"
Yami nodded attentively.
"Get out now."
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As Yami half jumps, and is half thrown out of the disgruntled and somewhat confused Ryou's room, the pharaoh turns his attention to the bathroom. It seems that poor Yami has abandoned any kind of rational thought, and is desperately searching even the most unlikely of places for his vile tinned food produce. Checking under such cleansing objects as a stained, hairy and discarded flannel, a sponge that looked like something Bakura cooked, as well as feeling like something he cooked, and coming back redundant of any kind of tin, he decided that perhaps he should revise his tactics in order to succeed.
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When Yugi woke abruptly from his ponderous sleep, dreaming of the millennium puzzle spinning in his hand before disappearing, then reappearing again on his other hand, [a dream almost as redundant as Yami's search] to the repetitive drumming on his bedroom door, he was reluctant to answer, that was, until the aibou heard Yami's voice excitedly begging him to help. He took a deep sigh, knowing that this may well have a relation to the many spam related incidents that had taken place the evening before, and swung the door open., startling his hikari for the slightest moment, before pulling on an old oil stained pair of Jeans he'd forgotten about for nigh two months, and joined the one man party in the search for spam. ^The things I do for love^ Yugi smiled.
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Hold on to your hats people - the next chappie's bound to be exploding with, ergh... Spamness.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ryou awoke to find that, through what he found to be the most weary nights of his life so far, that he had actually managed to sleep. For so long his mind had ticked over the night before, wandering what he should do, what decisions to make. He couldn't remember if he had tired himself out or cried himself to sleep. He found it hard to open his eyes after the evenings events and struggled to focus when he finally opened them. He awoke to see Yami grinning at him in a somewhat demonic fashion. Then again, he'd always struggled to determine whether this were a demonic or innocent face set before him.
"What...what are you doing Yami?"
"Looking! Looking haaaard."
"What for? I have nothing of yours."
"Spam..Need Spam Ryou, help me find my Spam."
'Yami?"
Yami nodded attentively.
"Get out now."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
As Yami half jumps, and is half thrown out of the disgruntled and somewhat confused Ryou's room, the pharaoh turns his attention to the bathroom. It seems that poor Yami has abandoned any kind of rational thought, and is desperately searching even the most unlikely of places for his vile tinned food produce. Checking under such cleansing objects as a stained, hairy and discarded flannel, a sponge that looked like something Bakura cooked, as well as feeling like something he cooked, and coming back redundant of any kind of tin, he decided that perhaps he should revise his tactics in order to succeed.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
When Yugi woke abruptly from his ponderous sleep, dreaming of the millennium puzzle spinning in his hand before disappearing, then reappearing again on his other hand, [a dream almost as redundant as Yami's search] to the repetitive drumming on his bedroom door, he was reluctant to answer, that was, until the aibou heard Yami's voice excitedly begging him to help. He took a deep sigh, knowing that this may well have a relation to the many spam related incidents that had taken place the evening before, and swung the door open., startling his hikari for the slightest moment, before pulling on an old oil stained pair of Jeans he'd forgotten about for nigh two months, and joined the one man party in the search for spam. ^The things I do for love^ Yugi smiled.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hold on to your hats people - the next chappie's bound to be exploding with, ergh... Spamness.