Derpiness is what Derpiness does.

[puzzleshounen]

Name(s): Yuugi Mutou, Pharaoh Atem, Jaina Solo, and anyone else.
Location: Right outside the kitchens.
Week: Week 49
Time: It can either be before Yuugi is waiting for Jaina, or after he hung out with Jaina and decided to go back to the Kitchen to watch the cute bears. Please specify which when you comment! <3
Rating: DC for DERP AND CUTE
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[kleptoking]

English wasn't his first language and he was a relatively poor child so schooling wasn't really something he was gifted with. So coming to this place, where the majority of people spoke what he recognised to be English and wrote in the same language, little Akefia Bakura was by himself now. He spent some time doodling in a book but, now the 8 year old was bored and looking around the giant castle. He already accidentally went outside only to realize the world was white and really really cold so he prompty closed the door and never ventured back out again.

Akefia eventually stumbled across a little white creature and another boy around his age. Although he had no clue what to say since chances were that everyone he spoke to wouldn't be able to understand him and he just kind of stood around being completely awkward. He should have stayed in that room he was in before and kept colouring.

[puzzleshounen]

The Pharaoh Atem was a strange little boy. Full of wonder and curiosity, wanting to wander out of the palace walls rather than sit within the confines of his chambers, where all the servants did his every whim, and where he had no privacy to learn and explore on his own. It often gave his father headaches, though Mahaad and Mana never seemed to mind when the little one wound chance across them, asking them to tell him stories, or watching them study magic, just as he did with his own papyrus in the mornings

[kleptoking]

Just standing around was never fun so, kicking at the dirt a bit, the young boy turned around and walked back the same way he came.

It wasn't till the other boy started talking to himself that Bakura stopped. He recognized that language. It was an older dialect than his native language but, they both came from similar regions and he knew more of that then he did English. So turning around again, Bakura walked up to the other boy and asked, in the same language, "You're from Egypt?"

[puzzleshounen]

Atem blinked, turning around to the young man who had addressed him.

The dialect was different, but he understood the language very well. He knew that tongue. His own tongue. Was this boy the only one in this place that spoke his own language? Maybe he journeyed a little further than he had thought.

...okay, much farther.

Though, it was odd. He wasn't treating him with the same sort of respect most did. Even inside the palace, people would bow to him, and even lie prostrate before him. Never had one, other than his father (or maybe Mahaad, though he, too, bowed prior to his usual chastising about Atem's apparent laziness), treated him like this.

Had he gone so far that nobody knew who he was?

That was...oddly refreshing. He'd never had a real conversation with someone his age before.

["I am."] He said. ["Are you?"]

[kleptoking]

Despite that they were apparently from the same area, Bakura didn’t know who he was at all. Honestly, he didn’t even look like he was from Egypt at all because he was so pale but, the language was able to tip him off.

He recognized no one here at all and just presumed it was because of the strange place they were in. It was snowing outdoors and that was something the small boy had never seen before and it was definitely very different than how warm it was back home. It was a big relief to find out that he wasn’t the only one from Egypt so chances are this other boy would be just as confused as he was.

Nodding eagerly, Bakura responded, “I’m from Kul Elna.” He then stuck his hand out towards the other and said, “My name’s Akefia.”

If this other boy was the only one he could talk to, he should stick around him so they don’t get even more lost than they already were.

[puzzleshounen]

Kul Elna? The name wasn't coming to the top of his head, but then, Atem was not the best in geography. He knew that he should have read more of his books, rather than snuck out right before lessons. His magic was just fine, and he was quite skilled with the magic that he was to inherit...but anything concerning sitting still too long made him antsy, and made him want to go outside.

Speaking of outside...this place was so peculiar. It had white sand, falling from the sky. He'd wanted to go outside and touch it, but he'd first wanted to see what was going on inside. It was so big and so interesting, he had to see every inch of it!

["I'm Atem."] The Prince said, extending his hand out, as well. Is this a strange Kul Elna custom? He'd never heard of it before. ["How long have you been here?"]

[kleptoking]

Bakura was proud of his origins despite that not many people knew where he was from. It was a small colony really of families and, even at 8 years old, Bakura knew practically everyone there. However, there weren’t as many children and none that really fell into the same age as him so having this other boy here should be fun. They could play together since they understood each other!

He only stuck his hand out because he was told shaking hands was a way to greet someone else. It wasn’t really a Kul Elna custom but a modern one since he had passed by more of the kids doing the same thing when they started talking to each other. So Bakura grabbed the other boys hand and shook it a few times before he let go, grinning a childish grin.

“Not long.” The little thief said and then pointed out towards the window, “Did you see how white everything it is outside! It’s really cold too.” If Atem was from Egypt, he likely would be just as clueless as to what snow was as Bakura.

[puzzleshounen]

He grabbed his hand and shook it. His father had always been told that touching the Pharaoh was a big deal, and not many people were allowed to do it. But he wasn't technically from the same place, and they weren't in the same place...so this should, technically, be okay. Besides, it wasn't like he was the Pharaoh yet, and a lonely kid who pretty much never played with kids his own age save for Mana and the ten-years-older Mahaad was not about to pull out the royalty card and miss out on the chance to actually make a friend his own age

[kleptoking]

It was a funny coincidence. Atem being the soon to be Pharaoh in his mind this time when it was the last spell, during those hallucinations, that Bakura thought that this boy was a pharaoh. Now, at 8 years old, they were both just confused little boys that managed to stumble across each other and started talking to each other because they understood what each other was saying. Strange how things like that tend to happen around here.

Bakura was not as isolated from the world to not realize things about other countries. Although he personally never seen it before now, he had heard before from some of the older villagers of colder lands where frozen water fell from the skies. What was it called again? He couldn’t remember. “It’s not sand. It’s water,” He tried to explain, “But it’s all cold and white everywhere, it’s weird.” Stepping outside for that moment, he didn’t want to go outside because the cold was strange and not very pleasant.

“You wanna go play with me?”