#indioragod

Keith grumbled as he pulled out his phone, switching on the flashlight feature.

“You don’t even have a fucking phone on you? Did you bring anything useful?”

It kind of sucked knowing ghosts were real. The supernatural wasn’t anything he particularly believed in before, having never seen it for himself, and he didn’t waste precious anxiety on something so fantastical. But now he was violently aware of two things: the supernatural is real, and it can hurt you.

This is entirely unexpected. So far out of left field that its not even in the same area code.

Diva? Giving Seto a present?

He pauses, holding the mug between his fingers and rolling it from one side to the other - just observing it.

He's not surprised that the other man hadn't stuck around to get a reaction. And if put on the spot, the executive likely would've made an offhanded, rude quip that killed the mood immediately. They would've started arguing. So he's a little thankful that the room is empty right now.

He eyes the trashcan, but makes no move towards it. He takes the note and folds it in half before opening his desk drawer. He places it gently inside, and closes it back up.

A few weeks had gone by now, since that fated meeting in the tomb.  The elder Ishtar siblings had gone back to work.  Isis had put a lot of attention into her work to keep her distracted from how quiet it was at home.  

On this particular day she had been invited to be a guest tour guide at the local museum near her home.  She didn’t really want to.  She would have rather burned through paperwork without having to put on an act.  

Rishid has been very convincing tho, he reminded her that seeing people was a good thing.  She would feel better seeing the sun and connecting people to history.  

So here she was, a gentle expression on her face as she looked upon the group   Her eyes met a familiar face in the crowd.  Before she had finish processing that  he was a real person and not some strange vision, one of the Museum workers introduced her.

“ Hello everyone! Welcome to our museum.  Today you are in luck.  You will be receiving your tour from Isis Ishtar.  Miss Ishtar is a museum curator working for Supreme Council of Antiquities.  Miss Ishtar would you like to explain your job to these lovely people?”

"The feeling of snow melting on my skin is quite a new one. But seeing how joyful it seems to make some people it's difficult to be bothered by it. Is snow common in Domino?" Diva @ Yugi

@indioragod liked for a starter!

The bell ringing above the door to the shop chimed it’s usual, cheery tones. Bakura had his head down under the counter, fiddling with the register. The receipt paper needed refilling, so he missed the familiar figure stepping into the antique shop. Bakura had been working there for a few months now, and he’d been learning a great deal. With luck, by the time he finished up here, he’d have enough saved up to start his own store. That was the goal, at least.

“ Hi, welcome to—oh. ” He sat up, as usual to greet a customer. But instead of one of the regulars, Ryou saw instead someone who’s path he never expected to cross again.

“ Aigami. Er... No, it’s Diva, isn’t it? “ The sight of those golden eyes surprised him, to say the least. Since their conversation had ended so... Abruptly last time, Bakura thought he’d never get a chance to see if he’d managed to help correct the misunderstanding between them at all.

There! I’ll go get it!

Shadi, your services will no longer be required!

Just seeing him again was enough to spark memories best left forgotten, but it wasn’t like Aigami could be blamed. He was no more responsible than young Bakura for the events of that horrible night. If anything, they had some awful things in common. Though, Ryou isn’t sure whether or not that was something they’d agree on. He closes his eyes, and takes a breath. Letting it out slowly, he opens his eyes and smiles. Fighting to keep his voice professionally kind, he elects to ignore the elephant in the room until he knows how the other wants to handle it.

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Golden... His eyes were gold, Sera noted. The color of melted coins and unique enough to catch her attention,even in passing in the midst of a busy plaza...

But not enough to alert her to the fact she’d been staring until several moments later, realization dawning on her as slowly as the red tint rising to her cheeks in embarrassment. She hadn’t meant to stare and- O-Oh, she hoped he hadn’t noticed- Was it too late to apologize before he took offense, if he hadn’t already? Was she being ridiculous? Absolutely and most definitely-!

“I-I’m sorry for staring, I just-” Sounded stupid, but then she’d already gotten herself caught up in this one, anxious fingers tugging at the hem of her shirt. “Let me... L-Let me try that again. I’m s-sorry for... Staring. I hope I didn’t offend...? I’ve never seen an... Outfit like yours before.”

“Oh, just a general interest.” What else was Diva supposed to say? ‘Actually, I grew up with a monk in the ruins of an ancient temple in Egypt and wanted a bit of a taste of home and maybe learn a bit more’ didn’t feel very natural.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m assuming you work here?”

Diva made sure to ask, for he’d already been assumed to by a few patrons which was quite awkward...

It would be quite rude, from her end. If she brought up to him the fact he stood out like a sore thumb, from the crowd. In an odd and similar way, that she does.

“Yes, precisely.” Ishizu responded calmly, as she proceeded to give the stranger a respecting slight bow. “I’m the curator of this exhibit, everything you see here has been brought straight out of Egypt. These are the original pieces...”

Her voice trailed off, as she glanced over at the display he has been looking at.