#gameoverbakura

( Another gorgeous commission I had done by @2spookybakura of my Mariku/Yami Marik muse and @gameoverbakura‘s Ryou. It looks amazing and I feel like it captures their relationship perfectly in our role plays! Im so very grateful I could get this commission from them and they deserve all the love, if you can help them out definitely do so! 

“… Uh… /huh/. Looks to me like this thing has a virus or something.”

“No..uh...”

“I don’t.. think there’s a virus.”

ryou vc: o h

He had invited him over. For once. Internally he chastised himself for always heading over and never putting in the effort to drag his friend home with him. He doubt there would ever be that much fuss or fight over it...

Yugi stared down at the food and snacks he had prepared for this sleepover (when does it stop being called that? after they both pass 20?), a little proud of himself for the extra bit of effort he put in. He didn’t need to be doing this, he knew. It felt different hanging out with Ryou-- and it wasn’t a recent feeling either. Something had changed awhile ago that he never cared to pay attention to until now. And now he wasn’t so sure what exactly should be doing about it.

Walking out of the kitchen and threading his fingers through his bangs anxiously, he double checked the console hooked up to the tv, ready for games or a movie to be watched or ignored. He even spied his deck laying on the edge of the table just in case but otherwise not hopeful. However, that didn’t stop him from grabbing his other card games. It was a ‘Game’ shop after all.

Once he was satisfied with his setup and just to give him an excuse to do something else with his hands, he pulled out his phone and sent a quick text.

“Hey, Ryou. It’s been a while,” Yugi says, sliding into a chair across from the other. Curious eyes rove over the different pages, books, and dice littering the table, and a little smile graces his lips.

“I daresay that’s a matter of opinion, Kaiba-kun.” And cue a particularly worrying sort of smile.

A tiny smile spread across her face as the blonde kept her library book close to her chest. The cover was facing him - at least the parts not covered by her arms. The words: The Lucky One by Nicholas Sparks were visible. She had a thing for Nicholas Sparks, he was her favorite author. Once she read one of his books she became hooked. Her favorite book of his was A Walk To Remember. She’d read the book so many times that she practically knew every word by memory.