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Hanging Out
Apr. 27th, 2016 10:01 pmMain Points:
Yugioh Canon Adjacent, Legacy!verse
Chapter Summary: Yugi's friends are still being careful around him.
Word Count: 165
Rating: teen
“Are you sure you want to go to the exhibit? We could always do something else instead.” Ryou sounds concerned, and Yugi forces a laugh. The phone call is probably going to make him late, but he can’t just hang up.
“No, it’s interesting, and you really wanted to go!” He takes another shirt out, stares at for a minute, and discards it. It’s definitely an adjustment living without Yami…er, Atem. Because eventually the Pharaoh would tell him to just pick something, so he didn’t keep trying to find the perfect outfit.
He’s not sure if he had a growth spurt or what, but most of…everything, really, seems to be just slightly too short.
“It will probably involve a lot of walking,” Bakura warns, and Yugi feels a familiar irritation stir even as he shakes his head, amused.
“I’m not made of glass. I’ll be fine,” he reassures his friend.
“Right, sorry. See you then.” Bakura hangs up, and Yugi’s left staring at his wardrobe.
Yugioh Canon Adjacent, Legacy!verse
Chapter Summary: Yugi's friends are still being careful around him.
Word Count: 165
Rating: teen
“Are you sure you want to go to the exhibit? We could always do something else instead.” Ryou sounds concerned, and Yugi forces a laugh. The phone call is probably going to make him late, but he can’t just hang up.
“No, it’s interesting, and you really wanted to go!” He takes another shirt out, stares at for a minute, and discards it. It’s definitely an adjustment living without Yami…er, Atem. Because eventually the Pharaoh would tell him to just pick something, so he didn’t keep trying to find the perfect outfit.
He’s not sure if he had a growth spurt or what, but most of…everything, really, seems to be just slightly too short.
“It will probably involve a lot of walking,” Bakura warns, and Yugi feels a familiar irritation stir even as he shakes his head, amused.
“I’m not made of glass. I’ll be fine,” he reassures his friend.
“Right, sorry. See you then.” Bakura hangs up, and Yugi’s left staring at his wardrobe.
