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"You'd be surprised how much this little body holds within it~" He chuckles, straddling the other. "Who are you?"

"It’s good to see you again I guess. How was um, your trip thingy? What was it even for anyway?"

Natsu shoved his hands in his coat pockets, shivering slightly. He sighed, watching his warm breath transform to moist droplets in the cold December air. The pinkette slightly kicked at the snow with the toe of his boots, wiping them off on the rug outside of the little coffee shop. The little bell at the top of the door rang as he trudged inside. "Oh, hello boy." Jimmy, the old owner of the small cafe greeted. Natsu was a regular in the shop, and was good friends with Jimmy. "Oh hey." He said with a weak smile, sitting in one of the corner tables, setting his elbows on the antique table and crossing his arms. "Usual?" Asked the old man, already starting on Natsu's coffee. He liked it with a dash of cinnamon and cocoa in the winter. "Yeah..." He replied, slightly absentminded as he watched an odd-looking boy walk boy outside. To his surprise he walked in the shop, the small bell dinging once more. Not many people generally ventured inside Jimmy's little cafe.

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"Ummm hello." 

The mage didn’t mind at all considering who it was who did it, but was still at a loss for as to why. He simply stood there and watched the other male while rubbing his rear.

Yami smiling, at the Pharaoh. "I did knock, but of course you didn't hear of my arrival." Yami said looking at Atem with sincere eyes. "I apologize, but is what you said true about me?" He asked walking closer to the Pharaoh. ------ Atem abruptly turned away from the man, unwilling to admit his folly of perhaps POTENTIALLY being distracted enough to miss the sound of the knocking he claimed he did before he intrusion. It was more than possible he allowed that tidbit to go unnoticed, so focused he was on addressing the question cast. A rather odd question, he’d thought when first he saw it, shrugging it off as simple curiosities of the common folk who could not fathom their unique predicament. Yami always caught him off guard, the materialization of the internal fire of his soul, unpredictable, witty, at times, sharper than even he. And, games aside, a downright good looking fellow. “What do you speak of?” He asked, playing dumb on purpose, perhaps to stretch out the inevitable.