#xteanzu

Just sits quietly in a corner because she started the roasting and now it’s not fun anymore.

He glances up and notices, pulling the headphones down around his neck. 

Joey was on his shift at the diner, an apron tied around his waist and his sleeves up to his elbows as he scrubbed clean the tables. At least this job didn't involve putting on a cutesy mascot suit and having to take awkward pictures with kids who were entirely too talented at accidentally kicking his shins and gut checking him. Kids were cute but there was definitely a limit, and in comparison the daily life in a cafe was blissfully quiet.

It was mostly older people who came in to enjoy lunch or a coffee, so Joey had made a habit of turning on his roguish charms to earn an extra dollar or two. It was quiet though, and thankfully pretty easy work when it wasn't a lunch rush.

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‿︵🍑    It hadn’t been long since Anzu had returned to what remained of Domino. Becoming a success over in America hasn’t been easy, but for some strange reason, she was back home and it wasn’t the home she remembered. Then again, it was hard to see anything when water was pelting her and drenching her eyes. The one day she forgot to pack and umbrella in her purse. Thunder and lightning illuminated the dark sky and sounded its arrival. Just great. Disoriented and confused, she found shelter beneath the roof of an abandoned building, just to get her bearings.

                     When her vision finally cleared, she turned to see someone beside her, which caught her by surprise at first.   ❝ Oh, hey! It’s really coming down. ❞   Anzu shivered and shuddered from the cold breeze hitting her wet clothes. Hopefully there was somewhere she could go to get dried off before she ends up getting sick.   ❝ You don’t have an umbrella or something on you, do you? ❞

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Yusei had thought that he would make it back to the subway entrance in time, and just use it was a shortcut that would keep him mostly dry. However, it seemed that the weather liked to not align with his plans, the rain pouring down on him while he still had five blocks of walking to do.

Now, standing sopping wet in one of the many vacant and deteriorating buildings that Satellite had to offer, he watched the rain steadily fall against the concrete. Damn, it looked like he was going to be here a while. He dumped the bag he was carrying off from his shoulder and onto the ground, the sounds of metal parts clanking through the emptiness.

He hoped they weren’t too wet that they’d rust.

Scavenging those parts would have been such a waste otherwise!

Yusei couldn’t help but take a small jump backwards in equal surprise at the person standing beside him. He didn’t even realize that he may have been sharing the building with someone! Really, it shouldn’t have been that surprising, considering how crowded Satellite was; other citizens were bound to run for cover in the downpour.

The male shook his head in a silent apology. “Unfortunately, I do not. I try to plan my adventures around the weather, but it bested me today.”

Yusei gave a kind smile to the woman, she didn’t seem to even be from the sad slums of Satellite, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t treat the other with kindness, even when others from the area would have been hostile towards someone new.

   he’s not going to lie - he’s caught off-guard.

   it seems to be a theme with yugi and his friends, exhibiting a need to show affection towards people who seem to need it. not that he would ever admit that he needs it, even if he is a human and, frustratingly, humans require CLOSENESS and intimacy. it should be embarrassing that something as simple as anzu’s fingers entwining with his own makes him feel awkward, shoulders tense for a considerable moment.

   you’re fine. it’s just anzu.

   it’s then that he relaxes, allowing his grip to tighten, just slightly. reassurance that he doesn’t actually completely hate it. “ you’re all weird, ” he mutters under his breath, but still doesn’t pull away.

Atem figured the fun would run out quickly if he didn’t translate for her. It wasn’t as if there was a terrible lot of literature around nowadays that translated it directly.

“It says,” he said as his arm curled around her back, pointing at the first symbol. “You,” he points to the second, “This symbol means ‘to make,’ as we did not have the same grammar that you do now. So it is ‘You make’--”

He points to the third. “Me--”

Then the fourth. “And this one is for, ‘bring happiness,’ or ‘much joy.’ So-- You make me happy.”

He points to a final symbols towards the bottom. “Finally these say love... and beauty. Because you are my beauty. My way of saying, I love you.”