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@chntrast sent: Δ = playing with their hair.

At first, when they'd casually just been hanging out and sitting relatively close to one another, having Ryou suddenly reach a hand out to start playing with his hair caught Farouk off guard a little.

He tensed just a little at first, eyes widening in a comical, owl-like expression for a long moment, blinking in slight bewilderment. He never minded physical affection from Ryou, after all a big part of the deep bonds shared between himself and the people of his village had been very similar...But having his hair played with was definitely a new one.

Though it only took a few more seconds before he realized this actually felt quite nice, he rather enjoyed the feeling of someone's fingers running through his hair, even if it was a new experience for him.

So, without any sense of hesitation, over he plopped like a big dog, offering a soft sigh as his head moved to rest right upon Ryou's lap, eyes closing. He was perfectly content to stay right there and let the other man continue to play with his hair; in fact it was beginning to make him a little bit sleepy. Unexpected...But not disliked in the slightest, he found out.

"Welcome to Muto Game And Retail, how can I-- Oh, Hey Bakura! Long time no see."

Kai smiled as he spoke, turning to look at the other from the display he'd been restocking. Owning a retail store was definitely not an easy job at times, but seeing people he knew was always a good part of his day...Except if that person was Kaiba, that was a way to ruin anyone's day.

Great wings carry them aloft, the starry membranes sparkling as they kiss the air.

As beautiful as they are, those marking that glitter and shine are scars of the past. Before the Great Betrayal, their membranes were pure silver. But when the void cradled them in its arms, and the inky black spread across their body, blue and red stars etched into their bones as they were torn apart and put back together into celestial stardust.

Being unmade and then reborn was…a traumatizing experience. Not all of them had recovered from it, the Eldest Brother least of all.

The world had also changed vastly since they lived alongside man. Magic had dwindled to nothing. Species they had known to be bountiful were now extinct. Humanity had grown…and forgotten, it seemed. The one who was two settled circled around a small structure; a gazebo, and perched themselves upon it.

They lowered their head, preening one of their four wings for just a moment—then they stilled.

The air curled and distorted in a kaleidoscope of odd colors, something akin to the effect gasoline had when it mixed with water. The air was static, similar to when there was an oncoming thunderstorm. Then the very fabric of reality split, like someone had taken a pair of scissors to a curtain and dragged it down, down, down….

FWOMP.

The strangest creature practically belly flopped out of the tear in time-space, landing gracelessly on its belly before the young man with the jingling of bells. The opening rapidly started sealing itself like a minor wound on fast forward.

The furry…thing…laid on the ground for a moment, looking like a piece of roadkill before it jerked to life and started floating in front of the other like some mysterious specter.