#jesseandersen

[Text] How’s ur training going, Mystic Maya? Mr. Nick says hi and that he’s going to send you some burgers! ;) (isn’t he so sweet and attentive to your needs? c: ) When does your training end? Miss you and love you! <3

[Text] Oh no! I think I sent this to the wrong person, I’m so very sorry! o.O 

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“Alive and kicking, what’d ya expect?” comes the ever playful voice of an aged Haru. Her red hair has faded with time, now she was sporting it at a shorter length. 

A decorative quilt was unfolded upon her lap, the patches held images of swords and her favorite flower. The deck of  her precious duel monsters sat upon the table, a set of regular play cards next to them. 

                                     ‘ Excuse me—- ’

Fingers tug at the edge of his vest, large brown eyes lifting nervously toward the stranger. 

                    ‘ S-sorry to bother you but... ’ 

He extends his hand, fingers unfurling to reveal the object in his palm.

     ⋉⌈ † ⌋⋊

     Yukio tossed a water bottle at Jesse and took a seat at his computer chair before he      twisted his cap open. He took a drink of water and leaned back against his chair. 

“ So how has it been man?” 

The only thing they had in common was their teal hair. To be fair, some had claimed that Syrus locks were actually cyan or a very bright blue with a hint of turquoise; but even so, there was barely anything else resembling the other student. The younger Truesdale watched the every move of the other from across the Obelisk Blue dining hall, already hesitantly eating some fish, too distracted every now and then by observing. 

“Soo.. What you’re sayin’ is that these ain’t real gems?   Just funny lookin’ animals on cards? Disappointing.”