#oftrueheart

                                    there’s  some  still  coherent  part  of  seto  that  registers  jonouchi’s  entrance,  and  perhaps  if  he  actually  possessed  even  a  tinge  of  care  for  the  blond’s  existence,  he’d  put  forth  SOME  effort  to  collect  himself.  alas,  though,  he  remains  slumped  against  the  chilled  surface  of  his  work  desk,  failing  to  fight  against  yugi’s  best  friend,  as  the  shorter  approaches  with  urgency.  as  if  his  voice  hadn’t  already  been  unbearable,  NOW,  it’s  like  a  ruthless  drill  pounding  against  his  ailing  head---  something  about  yugi  having  gone  missing?  about  needing  help?  about  the  police  being  as  useless  as  was  STANDARD  of  them?

               well,  whatever  --  his  head  is  swimming,  mind  numb,  vision  blurred.  the  normally  put  together  ceo  has  PURPOSELY  put  himself  in  this  position,  perhaps  to  forget,  perhaps  to  attempt  to  HEAL  from  the  chaos  that  was  his  LIFE.  it  won’t  help  ;;  it  never  does.  he’ll  rise  in  the  morning  with  a  blistering  headache  and  throw  on  a  face  of  makeup  to  mask  his  exhaustion,  and  the  visions  and  crippling  memories  will  return  just  as  swiftly  as  they’d  left  the  night  prior.  a  moment  to  forget  is  all  he  needed,  however  temporary  and  shortlived  it  would  be,  and  he’s  visibly  IRRITATED  that  his  period  of  self  loathing  has  been  interrupted  by  the  barking  chihuahua,  who  was  disturbing  his  slouched  position  and  WORSENING  his  pounding  headache.  “  shut...  up,  f’r  once  in  your...  pathetic  life,  “  he  manages  to  slur,  watching  lazily  as  jou  discarded  the  EXPENSIVE  bottle  of  alcohol  into  the  nearby  trash  reciprocal.  seto  will  certainly  have  something  to  say  about  that  come  morningtime  (  if  he  remembers,  that  is  ),  but  for  now,  he  places  his  focus  in  remaining  upright  against  his  work  chair.

             challenging  eyes  raise  to  the  prepared  hand,  DARING  jonouchi  to  let  it  collide  with  his  face.  if  not  the  tossing  of  his  precious  stash,  or  the  way  the  blond  haired  duelist  had  RUINED  his  night,  a  slap  to  the  face  is  something  seto  would  DEFINITELY  remember  (  and  return  the  FAVOR  for,  once  his  mobility  returned  ).  jou,  perhaps  wisey,  opts  not  to  traverse  down  such  an  unwise  route,  and  ventures  off  in  search  of  something  (  hopefully,  the  exit,  if  seto’s  fortune  was  in  his  favor,  tonight  ).

“Let me guess, you two stayed up all night binge playing some games, didn’t you?” She asks as the blonde stumbles into the kitchen. Her son had invited him over and he had stayed late so both she and her son had asked him to just stay the night rather than go all the way back home so late. Now it was morning and she was making some breakfast, scrambled eggs and bacon. She hadn’t even brushed her own auburn locks so they were sticking out in odd directions, not that she really cared, Katsuya was a good kid and knew not to laugh at her because if he did then she’d bring out her old trusty ladle. “....Hungry?” She asks as she places some eggs and bacon on a plate. 

     a meme i can’t find // not accepting! // @oftrueheart

          ❝ ...? ❞ With a repeated blink of his eyes, Yuugi lifted his head to look at the other. The question sort of came out of the blue and caught Yuugi slightly off-guard. ❝ ... You’re my favourite person in the whole world. But you knew that already, didn’t you? ❞ He offered him a soft smile as he tilted his head to the side while his gaze lingered on the blonde. ❝ You’re more than that though. You’re a lot of things. Too many for me to count. ❞

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   name: murasaki kanna.    eye color: black.    hair style/color: long black hair.    height: 1,78m.    clothing style: kanna always wears something red because it’s her favorite color. she wears stylish and feminine clothes, usually boots and skirts, and, to create a contrast, blouses that have a victorian touch.

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE ;

   your fears: never find her father, lose people's respect, not being able to do the right thing.    your guilty pleasure: sweets (she eats sweets when she’s nervous, but feels bad about it).    your biggest pet peeve: people who underestimate her because she’s a woman.    your ambitions for the future: become the biggest duelist && enough money to provide the treatment her mother needs at home (she's currently in a mental institution).

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS

   your first thoughts waking up: “ check the clock. ”    what you think about most: “ time. my father and mother. numbers. ”    what you think about before bed: “ i wish the day had more hours. ”    you think your best quality is:  “ my mind. ”

WHAT’S BETTER?

   single or group dates: “ single. it’s less people to deal with. ”    to be loved or respected: “ these are two things that are complementary, but if i have to choose, i prefer to be respected. ”    beauty or brains: “ brains. ”    dogs or cats: “ cats. i think fits better my personality. ”

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU…

   lie: “ no. ”     believe in yourself: “ yes. i know my potential. ”    believe in love: “ ... probably. ”    want someone: “ i don’t know. ”

LAYER SIX: EVER BEEN…

   been on stage: “ yes. ”    done drugs: “ no. ”    changed who you were to fit in: “ i tried, when i was a child. never after that. ”

LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES

   favorite color: “ red. ”    favorite animal: “ wolf. ”    favorite movie: “ i don’t have a favorite one, but i like thriller movies and mystery. and police ones, too. that kind of movie in which you exercise your mind and try to find out something. ”    favorite game: “ duel monsters. ”

LAYER EIGHT: AGE

   day your next birthday will be: “ a regular day. ”    how old will you be: *verse dependent*    age you lost your virginity: “ i will not disclose this information. ”    does age matter: “ it depends. ”

LAYER NINE: IN A PERSON

   best personality: “ for most people, a person completely opposed to me. but i think the best personality it’s that one that fits you and defines you whatever it is. ”    best eye color: “ it’s irrelevant. ”    best hair color: “ i like mine. ”    best thing to do with a partner: “ duel. play chess. talk, when it’s interesting. ”

LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE

   i love: “ ... ”    i feel: “ … determined. ”    i hide: “ ... myself. ”    i miss: “ … my father. ”    i wish: “ … that I’ll be able to help my mother. ”