Dec 8, 2016
An adept and excellent Thief, the tiny doll had crept in to Ryous room and climbed up the handing blankets of his bed. Up up he climbed until he was on Ryou, up at the top of his shoulder. Where he cheered and tried to erect a flag, by stabbing a toothpick with a small bit of black cloth attached into his upper arm.
Ryou jolted at the sudden prick, wincing “Ow!” and rubbing at his arm as he sat up. He saw the figurine falling just in time to catch it before it hit the floor, and lifted it up to his face in bewilderment. “Bakura? Are you... a doll?” He blurted. And what were you trying to do to my arm?
