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“Sounds disgusting. Either way, if the fact that they’re expired doesn’t kill you, the contents surely will. Something tells me my absence would be more devastating than yours, I’lll pass.”

“You sure they aren’t green because they’re three years old? Just keel over already.”

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“Oh, g’day there Wheela…     didn’t see ya there. An’ ‘ere I thought     that you were possible to spot.”

“Same ta’ you on not seein’ ya there - until ya opened ya mouth wit’ ‘dat accent a’ yours.” Although Joey doesn’t smile, his retort holds no clear malice. It’s a little weird figuring out where they stand after all this time. By now he should probably be used to dealing with this kind of thing - but apparently not.

“What? Why? Just so you can have everyone sit on your lap?” (he didn’t want to behave, i have no control over him rip)

‘...because if i can’t have anything else from the past, if there’s one thing i can manage to hold onto, i at least want her.’

even after years have passed and the days of duel monsters are behind him, joey still loves mai. 

at one point, he’s sure that she loves him as much as he loves her. is sure that they’ll be together in the end because good things are granted to those that believe and fight for it, right? because people always overcome, especially the ones he loves. so he’s sure that one day she’ll look at him instead of through him, walk towards him instead of past him... 

almost ten years of holding onto glimpses of the past finally tells him otherwise.

there’s nothing left in her absence for him to try and find where she is - he doesn’t know where mai goes when she leaves, only that she does it well. only that she leaves with the purpose of never coming back... even if he’s there waiting. but wherever that other place may be, he imagines it must be some place better than this. a place where she doesn’t have to think about what her heart feels, a place where she only has to feel what she wants to feel, if she even wants to feel at all. and he understands that, he does, because here he is throwing back bottles like the past is a nuisance stuck in his throat. but he loved mai and he waited, and waited and waited, and he tried so hard to be what she needed even when he wasn’t sure if he what that was, only for her to walk out of his life as if all of the times they’d spent together meant nothing worth staying for. 

mai is never going to love him back.

most days he tries to be okay with it, but other days he’s angry and bitter. 

still, the pain is unbearable some nights. he tries not to think about it, tries not to think about the life they’d have together if it hadn’t been for this fucked up life they’d been forced into. he fucks every woman he can get his hands on. he tries to erase her image with everyone else’s. he denounces love because he can only associate it with mai - he resents her for that. 

he has convinced himself that he will never forgive her for it.

    ♫. —— She idly watched him drop next to her, her hands either side of her as she was leant on them lazily trying not to roll her eyes at the way he looked at her, but still her grin couldn’t falter even if she tried. Though, she did look away in exaggeration even if it was to ignore the way he did that—

    ❝ You’ve proven plenty that you’re not one to be underestimate, and I’m no chew toy Joey Wheeler. ❞ Her courage had gathered enough again to look back to him, head tilted in a curious manner but a somewhat challenging grin formed. ❝ And excuse you, I can handle plenty. You’re just tall, I’m not even that tiny. ❞

 Without warning, he throws his weight against her, crouching on top as she falls into the mattress. “Not tiny, even like ‘dis?” He asks, leaning down enough to give the impression that he’s going to kiss her. He stays like that for a moment, taking in the details of her face, from her fringe to her lips... but turns his head a fraction, and places his mouth against her neck, instead. 

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 From the time it takes for Joey to pluck the cigarette from behind his ear and place it between his lips, he holds a quiet glare on Bakura. 

He’d rather not talk about it ( but when does he ever? ) so he tosses vague cynicism in it’s place.

// XDDD I did mean small font

oh i highlight the text and then press command and the minus sign at the same time (for macs) 

    ❝ — …. ❞   bakura hardly knows how to respond to that.  resisting the urge to shove him back when joey’s arm finds its way over his shoulders, the spirit of the ring barely manages to retain his false smile and forces a weak chuckle from his lips.   ❝ … my favorite... slutty costume? ❞   in the midst of his brief pause, he muses over the potential answers he could give the boy, and finally his grin seems to take on a hint of genuinity.

❝ …i like scary costumes.  gorey costumes, actually— all bloodied and torn up. ❞   with eyes firmly locked upon his company’s, bakura continues almost thoughtfully, suddenly finding himself having to resist the urge to let out a laugh.   ❝  …people look a lot more… interesting with their insides on the outside… don’t you think?  ❞   

 There’s a rigidness that comes from Bakura’s statement, and the arm slouching around his shoulders grows stiff. He smiles, awkwardly. “Uh... I mean, whateva’ gets ya dick hard, I guess.” 

Shaking the chill off, Joey resumes. “I will say ‘dis tho’... I’m on board wit’ tearin’ things up, if ya catch my drift. Pokin’ some insides, too. Blood, not so much - but if it happens, it happens.” Then he snickers to himself, like it’d been some dirty inside joke, even though it wasn’t. 

Okay, but no one invited him to sit down.–Still, she likes a man that takes actions, so she doesn’t say anything for now. Then, he hits the magic words. Anything that gets her distracted from doing home work, she is down to do.

“ Well, Joey. The name’s Kana. Now,why don’t you tell me more about”this place. WE can talk math problems later. ” Her lips curl into a playful smile, as she scoots a little closer to him. If she plays her cards right, she could solve all her homework and get drunk.

“Oh,” he gestures with a hand, “Just a lil’ dive bar I like to unwind in. Lowkey, hidden from mobs of bar hoppers - Scatz? I know th’ guy there, could get ya whateva’ ya’d like. I get ta’ know you, you get ta’ know me, a perfect arrangement.” 

pppssttt…how does one do dat?