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Akefia was more nervous than he’d expected to be, shifting awkwardly as he watched Ryou fumble to avoid dropping the cake. He could have helped - probably should have - but he was equally afraid he’d drop it. 

There was something about the way Ryou clutched the sheep to himself that made Akefia’s chest tighten, an unfamiliar warmth filling him. He hadn’t done too badly, then. At least, Ryou looked happy enough, although the thief didn’t miss the concern in the other’s eyes. 

“I’m not going to get into trouble.” He frowned slightly, leaning forward to nudge the sheep in Ryou’s hands.

“Reminded me of you. Fluffy, and soft.” Akefia murmured, fingers brushing his at he pulled away. “Happy birthday.” 

He, admittedly, wasn’t sure he was doing the birthday thing correctly. He hadn’t had anybody to ask - not without ruining the surprise, at least.

    memories  of  last  night  are...  near  non-existent.  he  remembers  stumbling  in  at  some  absurd  hour.  remembers  clambering  up  the  many,  MANY  stairs  of  his  manor,  before  collapsing  like  a  sack  of  regrets  and  bad  decisions  atop  his  bed,  and...  just  BARELY...  remembers  managing  to  send  a  garbled  text  to  ryou,  requesting  in  as  nice  a  tone  as  a  drunk  man  at  4:12  in  the  morning  can  manage,  to  have  some  form  of  a  simple,  easy  to  stomach  pastry  ready  to  go  for  him  around  8  am,  when  he  would  be  forced  to  rise  and  play  this  rough  game  of  adulting  for  yet  another  round.

         now,  as  he  lay  there,  perhaps  too  long  (  it’s  already  7:37  and  he  has  yet  to  even  shower  ),  he  wonders  if  he  should  shoot  ryou  a  cancellation  text  now  that  he’s  more  put  together  and  coherent.  alas,  the  white-haired  baker  has  likely  already  fired  up  the  oven,  and  mokuba,  without  a  doubt,  is  excitedly  watching  him  work  his  magic  in  hopes  of  getting  something  out  of  it.

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     His question drew her attention away from the fridge, her hand still lingering on the door. It was kind of an odd question, she thought – unexpected, in it’s seriousness. She supposed, though, that she could understand where it came from. 

     It wasn’t an unfair question. She and Seto came from rather different places, after all – not to mention, until she’d started at the company, she had quite literally lived a different life. Plenty of people had asked her about it, of course, but… none of them had ever asked if she missed it.     She supposed, none of them had cared. Or, they couldn’t imagine why she would. She lived at the Kaiba estate now, with a great job, a partner, a family…

     Slowly, she closed the door, holding a water bottle loosely in her hand. Sweeping her bangs away from her face, she made her way over to the counter he was working at, leaning beside him against it.

     “It… may sound silly, considering everything I have now, but… yeah. I do.” She admitted, in a quiet voice. “I used to work with a man named Zak. If you google it, there’s a lot of trash about him online, but… he’s a wonderful person. He took me in, when I didn’t really have anywhere else to go, and I… miss seeing him, every day. Plus, my job was different. I was his assistant, more than his secretary. When he travelled, I went with him, and I worked on all of the projects personally… I really liked what we did. It was… pretty devastating, when he told me that I couldn’t continue with him.”

     Her brow furrowed, as she thought of it - the strange, fuzzy feeling memories of their conversation, which always seemed to slip just through her fingertips. She remembered how it had felt, of course. The denial, anger… and the hurt. It had been so unexpected, it had felt like a slap in the face. But… why had it been unexpected? Business didn’t work like that…     She blinked, and shook her head, trying to chase that nagging feeling away. 

     “…and sometimes, I miss my dad.” She murmured, tracing her fingers along the cap of her bottle. She stared hard at it, barely noticing Ryou’s reflection in the smooth metal - if he was looking at her, she had no idea. Her dark eyes were distant, lost in memories that surged forward, demanding her attention. 

     It felt strange, to keep admitting so much - she hadn’t even meant to mention her father. It had just… slipped out, though, without a second thought. Like a landslide, following the deluge that had come by just saying Zak’s name. When was the last time she’d mentioned any of them…?      Once more, she tried to reach memories which slipped away, her hands falling still as she fell silent. The harder she tried, the more it all seemed to flee - specifics of what she did, of why she left…

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Yugi

💚 Are they prone to jealousy?

     Honestly? A little bit, yes. Yugi tends to be pretty self-conscious about how he measures up to other people, especially when his significant other is involved. Though his confidence has improved in many aspects post-series, that’s not always the case when it comes to matters involving how attractive he is, especially in physical aspects; Yugi’s not the fittest person ever, nor the tallest, or even what he would consider to be handsome.

     So if his partner seems to take an interest in someone else who he sees as more attractive than he is? Yeah, he might get a little jealous, though he tends to feel down more than he gets angry about it. He kind of needs a lot of reassurance in that department, so that he remembers the reasons that his partner loves him.

🚀 How far are they willing to go for the person they love?

     To put it simply, as far as he’s able to. Yugi is incredibly supportive of his friends, so it should be no surprise that he’s very much the same when it comes to partners. Need someone to talk to? He’ll absolutely listen. Difficulties with their family? Yugi will do his best to give advice, and be at their side throughout the issue. Bad mental health? He’s there for you. If it’s something that he can’t solve, then he’ll do his best to at least be there to help.

Atem

🎶 Do they have a type?

     Atem’s type tends to fall into the intellectual and/or nerdy categories. Whether his partner is male or female, he appreciates someone with intelligent and wit, and he seems to find people who have dorkier tendencies to be rather charming. 

🐶 Are they a cuddler?

“He’s…so incredibly wonderful. Soft. Warm. Gentle. All those things I thought I could never be. But he took me in, despite everything that I was. Am. He’s so smart, not to mention patient…he’s the one that taught me how to read and write! But what I admire most…is that, although he may not look very mighty, his mental strength is enormous. All that we have in common..and still he was the one who managed to stay kind along the way.

“Ryou-- okay I know this looks bad but just-- listen okay?”

He was covered head to toe in powdered sugar, wearing an apron and-- either was bleeding from his hand or that was kind of strawberry glaze he was working on. The kitchen behind him look as if he murdered a pastry from a bakery kingdom.

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