Standard disclaimer: If I'd created Yu-Gi-Oh, I'd be filthy rich and have no need for a PhD. Translation: Don't own, don't sue.
Scene Two: Honda
Jounouchi strolls home, and Honda appears at his side, falls into his step. "Hey man," the latter offers, glancing at his longtime friend. "What's up?"
Jounouchi keeps his gaze fixed forward, fighting a smirk. "Nothin' much. You?"
But Honda is distracted. "Hey, Jou, you got a little something..." he starts, and suddenly the spot on Jou's collar, the rumpled appearance calculated to look precisely as disheveled as usual, his friend's proximity to ol' Moneybags' mansion all click together in one blinding realization.
Though Jounouchi is a well-practiced fighter, he does not find time to prepare himself for Honda's oncoming punch.