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It was rather quiet in the house, with Yuugi at school, mother doing some grocery shopping and grandfather in the store- every Wednesday afternoon the elder man would take over the work at the store, not wanting to loose contact with his customers or sitting around and doing nothing.
Usually Atemu used his Wednesday afternoon off to do his own homework -he'd been slacking on the Ancient Mythology classes ever since the last few events-, or relax in general; reading a book, doing a puzzle... but this afternoon he felt a little restless, not quite at ease, and he was puttering around in the bedroom, picking up things here and putting them back there, messing up the usual routine.
When he was rearranging the shelf, he noticed an elegant shaped bottle standing on the left side, immediately recognizing it as the medicine bottle he had gotten from Mahaado weeks earlier when Yuugi had fallen ill. Mahaado. There was something about him, himself, that made the magician almost every time they spoke upset, and Atemu wasn't really sure what he did wrong. Had he shattered Mahaado's vision of him, just as he had done with Isis'?
Sighing, he took the bottle and decided to return it. It would be a nice walk and he would do something useful as well. Pocketing the bottle, Atemu went downstairs to fetch his coat.
[Taggu: Mahaa~do]
Usually Atemu used his Wednesday afternoon off to do his own homework -he'd been slacking on the Ancient Mythology classes ever since the last few events-, or relax in general; reading a book, doing a puzzle... but this afternoon he felt a little restless, not quite at ease, and he was puttering around in the bedroom, picking up things here and putting them back there, messing up the usual routine.
When he was rearranging the shelf, he noticed an elegant shaped bottle standing on the left side, immediately recognizing it as the medicine bottle he had gotten from Mahaado weeks earlier when Yuugi had fallen ill. Mahaado. There was something about him, himself, that made the magician almost every time they spoke upset, and Atemu wasn't really sure what he did wrong. Had he shattered Mahaado's vision of him, just as he had done with Isis'?
Sighing, he took the bottle and decided to return it. It would be a nice walk and he would do something useful as well. Pocketing the bottle, Atemu went downstairs to fetch his coat.
[Taggu: Mahaa~do]