“So whaddya think, Atem? This is the deck I’ve been workin’ on for Nationals. An’ the other one’s for the local tourney.” 

It’s not often that Hao actually leaves his place within the society of the Great Spirit, much less in physical form. In most situations he’s only come out to fix some mess of his relatives’, or to merely check in on things in person (spirit).

How Atem had managed to talk him into this little venture was still beyond him.

By some miracle he hadn’t ditched the other male at the last moment. A coffee shop became the meeting location, and with Hao being the first one there it meant that the table selected for the two of them ended up being the furthest to the back—away from the few others that were currently enjoying their drinks.

And though he doubted that Atem would stand him up, he hoped that the other would at least arrive soon. The last thing he needed was someone in this shop trying to strike up a conversation with him.

surely the bank offers protection against that? not sure how it works in the states (or wherever you are), but i know banks here do

we have it here in the states but it’s not perfect. most of the time, we can get our money back. the therapist i work with has had thousands stolen from him before but always managed to get it back. so has my younger sister. 

i hate you for using that icon and i want to cry

‘ onion ’ for an angsty starter

“Hey, Atem. What’s up?”

It was their usual time to hangout and catch up on things. But something was...different. Jou came fashionably late on his bike, as usually and had a little difficulty chaining it to the bike post. 

There was something, off about Jounouchi today. His smile seemed a little vacant. 

More obviously though, were the number of bandages on his face and fingers and the scuffs and scratches uncovered still.