Wouldn't it be easier, just to go back?

Hi! Multimuse YGO rp blog here! 18+, mature themes accepted, gen/ship/rivals you name it we can do it! AUs are always accepted! Main muses: Spectre (Vrains), Yuya (Arc V), Ryouga (Zexal), Crow (5Ds), Sho/Syrus (GX), and Yugi (DM), but check out the muse list if you want someone different!

Little Bit decided she’s my father’s kitten, had to rescue her from his closet cause she snuck in without him knowing.

Tsuki is teething and trying to eat my fingers so I had to buy her something else to teeth on (I swear I’m just gonna buy an actual teething toy)

Syrus (yes named for Syrus Truesdale/Sho Marufuji) is my darling baby boy who can do no wrong... except get stuck in the fridge. (He’s fine, fridge doesn’t work so he wasn’t even cold)

Stormy is a terror leopard kitten who thought climbing up a wall was fun... until she got stuck.

Quietly he was following the other one back to the kitchen, his eyes still focused on the other one. Ryoken wasn’t sure if he should worry. Part of him already couldn’t stop doing so, but the bigger part of him still was trying to figure out what exactly was wrong right now. The other one usually wasn’t acting like this. It was usually him working until he passed out. Until he couldn’t see straight any longer and Spectre had to drag him away from the computer and force im to sleep and rest. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Spectre always had been the more responsible one out of the two of them, always taking care of him. 

He never had asked him to. Spectre just had done so ever since he had taken the younger boy home all those years ago. 

Maybe he should have learned from Playmaker, that taking kids home always ends up more complicated than he’d been expecting, but he was so, so glad to have Spectre in his life, even though he couldn’t admit it. 

Spectre’s comment caused him to smile slightly, while he leaned against the counter with his back, arms loosely crossed in front of his chest. 

“Must be. I’m rather sure I was around that age, maybe a few months younger, it was before I failed to destroy Cyberse.” 

Because already before that day he had gotten himself lost in his fathers mission. In work. Looking back at it now… it probably hadn’t been the most healthy thing to do, but he’d been desperate to make his father proud. To make his mistakes right. 

Eventually a sigh left his lips, before he reached out to take the mug from Spectre, eyeing the slight tremble of his hands with growing worry. 

“Sit down.” At this point it wasn’t actually a request anymore. “You know you could have metioned sooner that you have problems with your eyes though.”

Spectre did as ordered, sitting down without complaint at the table in the kitchen, gratefully setting his mug down. He wasn’t sure what was wrong, if anything- why would something be wrong? Spectre sighed. Everything was fine.

Except it obviously wasn’t. He didn’t like it. He didn’t like the uncertainty... the weird outburst... the feeling of failure.

“I didn’t know I had a problem with my eyes before today.” He admitted softly. “...Maybe I have more problems than just that.”

In his outburst, he had apologized for doing nothing right... Spectre looked at the mug of coffee- perfectly made coffee, he pointed out to himself- and hesitated. He had made more mistakes than usual on the code, but even before that...

Spectre was seeing a bit of a pattern. Not only was his coding sloppy, his dueling was too. Against Playmaker, against two of the Ignis... Oh. Well yes, he had done quite a few things wrong there. And messed up coffee a few times, made a few little mistakes here and there. But to lead to an outburst? He felt foolish about it!

Settling down into his own seat, Moonphaser would gesture for Spectre to sit in the one in front of him. He’d slide both the Crystal Ball and his duel disk to the side, making space.

“Either works! You can name an archetype and I can share what I know, or if there’s a specific card, I can talk about that too.”

Most of the time if there wasn’t much to work off of, he’d rely on his abilities to communicate with duel spirits. Though sometimes, they were too shy to come forth. Circumstances like that made his job tricky. 

Hopefully, whatever Spectre had on him was something Moonphaser was familiar with.

An archetype or a card, well, Spectre had an idea then. He sat down before grabbing one of his cards, holding it out to Moonphaser.

It was Sunvine Thrasher. His Sunavalons had very little lore out there, so he wondered what the fortune teller could tell him. It would be a good chance for him to see if there was any merit to the rumors, he supposed. “How about this card then?” He asked. “My deck is a Sunavalon deck, and it relies on Sunvine and Sunseed cards.”

Vector sighed  looking towards the other and complimenting him again, clearer this time and only this once more. After he would be sure to attempt to punch him instead. “I said… you’re a great.leader!” Making sure to speak louder blushing faintly at that realization he  complimented...damn him!

Vector own smirk wavered into a suprised expression at Ryouga’s smirk and comment. He didn’t want to disappoint Yuma or really Ryouga sister okay fine he didn’t want to upset anyone. Fist clenched by his side as he muttered about how this would be interesting but annoying..

“Do you want me to try saying something nice too you-” he stopped himself that confident smirk the King wore now made him slightly nervous.And Vector looked away gritting his teeth. “What want me to compliment you? fine..you are.”  Struggling now as he thought of the sentence he was going to say.

“You are a geat leader..” he atempted, kicking himself already.

Ryouga smirked. Oh he knew that would get Vector. The threat of disappointing the others and having to compliment him. Was it a bit of sadistic revenge? Maybe. But what’s a little revenge between enemies?

“me?” and it’s so innocent, like it would’ve never occurred to her homura might be worried about her. “oh… i’m, i’m okay, homura-kun. thank you, though, for—for asking. you’re sweet.”

jin sweeps some hair back behind her ear… and ends up smearing wet blood across her forehead. there’s a stinging pain in her hand; she spreads her fingers and finds she’s scraped open her palm. oops. it’s not deep, not serious, but definitely more than a little tender, now that she’s noticed.

“ow,” she says, very belatedly.

Takeru gasps, seeing the blood smeared on Jin’s forehead. “You did get hurt! Here, let me see it.” His knee forgotten, Takeru moves closer to her, taking Jin’s hand in his own.

“Ah, yeah... that explains the blood.” He nods, seeing the cut. “At least we fell in just gravel, no glass.” That was the first thing he checked for when they fell, but he still looks again at Jin’s hand just to make sure. He doesn’t see anything there though, and reaches for the rubbing alcohol.

Vector waved a hand already bored it wasn’t the same now. Ryouga and the war even yuma…the peace was boring. “I am nice. Just not to you?” A smirk then as he finally looked as the King. “What’s that stance for? I’m not scared of you.” 

He moved from leaning on the wall eyes never breaking from Ryouga. “I made no promises to become nice to everyone now did i?” He sighed. “Is it you want me to be bowing and nice to you…? scared of you? never happening.”

“You said you were going to be nicer. But I’m calling bullshit.” Ryouga said, looking at Vector. “I don’t believe you’re being nice.”

“You can’t just pick and choose who to be nice to! That’s not how being nice works.” He pointed out. Ryouga hummed, a smirk coming to his face. “Come on now, don’t wanna disappoint the others, right?”

“hush,” she murmurs, like she’s more than half-listening (she’s not). jin has this problem where her intuition really is great most of the time—but then it’s stymied by either her anxiety, or her uncanny ability for letting herself be talked into stupid stuff. …these days, it’s homura talking her into the stupid stuff, more often than not. and she just can’t be smart enough for the both of them.

“i’m more concerned you might’ve broken your glasses again… they’re not so easy to replace, and what happens if a lens shatters and cuts your eye? you could get really hurt. …i could’ve really hurt you, you broke my fall. …with your body. so just let me fix you up, okay?”

“What about you?” Takeru asks, looking at Jin. Okay, the fence jumping was his worst idea yet, mainly because Jin could’ve gotten harmed- harmed worse, if she was already harmed. Even with him breaking her fall, Takeru knows she could have a cut here or there.

Oh Kusanagi might actually hurt him if she was harmed. Okay maybe not, but his shift would totally be hell.

“Would it kill you to try and be nicer for once in your life? This life at least?” Ryouga glared at Vector. Even after everything, even after coming back... there were some things Ryouga just couldn’t understand, or stand.

Some things stayed the same, his rivalry- they were enemies mostly- with Vector was one of them. He crossed his arms. Had it been anyone else, any other Barian, he was sure it would look intimidating. He wondered how Vector would see the stance though.

Syrus hummed happily, sitting down at the café he and Chazz agreed to meet up at. It had been a while since he saw the other duelist, tournaments keeping Syrus busy. It was nice to have a break to catch up with a friend.

So he had made plans with Chazz, to meet him at a café in Domino City. He bought himself a hot chocolate, paying for Chazz’s chosen drink as well. Just as a surprise for his friend. He sat down at a table, facing the door and waiting for Chazz to join him.