{Closed, In progress}
Characters: (cameo by Hei(code_bk201)) Seto(ryuu-oyakata) and Atem(atemminx)
Date/Time: 2009.2.20/12 AM - early morn
Location: Random street, then Kaiba Seto's car >D
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Strange bonding times with the duel masters?
For once in his life, Atem was grateful for the rain. The small Egyptian stood as he propped the door open with one hip, tilting his head back as he let the cool drops fall on him. They splattered lightly against his forehead and cheeks, rolling down the length of his craned neck and soothed his bare shoulders with their calming embrace. Coming from his homeland, he was very used to heat; but the heat of collected bodies all in one packed room was even enough for him to have to take a breather. Yami figured he was already going to have to touch up his make up, so he didn't bother shielding his face from the rain as he stood still, ignoring the bustle coming from inside. It was nearly time to go home anyway, the stand-in could finish up the tables this once.
The foreigner shifted away from the door, letting it slide shut as he stepped more out onto the street to allow more of the rain to wash over him. Lifting his hands, Yami ran slender fingers through his tri-colored spikes, not stopping to notice the glint and shine from the decorations his tiny wrists adorned. The club's dim lighting and flashing strobes still affected his vision slightly, making it darker than it really was and also harder to focus. He didn't mind it though and just simply relished in the feeling of the heat leaving his body to abandon him to the cool ran. He might regret it later, but right now he was in heaven.
When he decided that this was enough for now, Atem turned to begin on his way back inside when something caught the corner of his eye. Pausing, the Egyptian turned his head and squinted slightly as a elegantly thin brow arched in silent question. The rain had made it harder to see, not shockingly and the foreigner stared at the sight. That was obviously a person walking there, but the walk was strained; tired perhaps. And was that.. a person they were carrying? Maybe they needed help. Atem remained still to allow the stranger to come closer before making another assessment.
Date/Time: 2009.2.20/12 AM - early morn
Location: Random street, then Kaiba Seto's car >D
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Strange bonding times with the duel masters?
For once in his life, Atem was grateful for the rain. The small Egyptian stood as he propped the door open with one hip, tilting his head back as he let the cool drops fall on him. They splattered lightly against his forehead and cheeks, rolling down the length of his craned neck and soothed his bare shoulders with their calming embrace. Coming from his homeland, he was very used to heat; but the heat of collected bodies all in one packed room was even enough for him to have to take a breather. Yami figured he was already going to have to touch up his make up, so he didn't bother shielding his face from the rain as he stood still, ignoring the bustle coming from inside. It was nearly time to go home anyway, the stand-in could finish up the tables this once.
The foreigner shifted away from the door, letting it slide shut as he stepped more out onto the street to allow more of the rain to wash over him. Lifting his hands, Yami ran slender fingers through his tri-colored spikes, not stopping to notice the glint and shine from the decorations his tiny wrists adorned. The club's dim lighting and flashing strobes still affected his vision slightly, making it darker than it really was and also harder to focus. He didn't mind it though and just simply relished in the feeling of the heat leaving his body to abandon him to the cool ran. He might regret it later, but right now he was in heaven.
When he decided that this was enough for now, Atem turned to begin on his way back inside when something caught the corner of his eye. Pausing, the Egyptian turned his head and squinted slightly as a elegantly thin brow arched in silent question. The rain had made it harder to see, not shockingly and the foreigner stared at the sight. That was obviously a person walking there, but the walk was strained; tired perhaps. And was that.. a person they were carrying? Maybe they needed help. Atem remained still to allow the stranger to come closer before making another assessment.