I need a boat, a corset, and an iceburg fast!
((How he even found Agent B’s letter is a mys-ter-y… *shiftyeyes* But everyone looked like they were having so much fun with the angst, I just had to try it, too! ToT ))
Varon whimpered, opening the door to his new hotel room haphazardly, somehow managing to avoid tripping over Take and finding himself flung against the bathroom door. He swallowed back the swell of vomit that had clotted his throat and shrank against the door, burying his head in his arms.
“Bakuraku…” Varon whimpered… Through his rather girlish-teenaged angst he wondered vaguely if his eyes would slip out or something…
The setting sun burst through the room, casting an orange-red glow onto Varon, Take and several inanimate objects. Varon opened one tearstained eye to watch the sun set… He stared almost unblinkingly at it, reminded of that strange first encounter…
“Gaaahh…” he let out in a frustrated grunt as the sky darkened. He tears had stopped but now there was this annoying little spot of color in his eyes because of that stupid light… Such a smart boy… Forgetting the simple rule “Don’t look at the sun because it makes your eyes go all e.e”
Varon sighed, releasing his knees and laying down on the floor, much too drained just to walk to the bed… He wasn’t quite tired enough yet, though… After all, the sun had just now set… More drained from all that stupid crying he had just done. He’d walk to the bed after that annoying green haze got out of his eyes…
((wow, that took six minutes and twelve seconds.. *proud even though the quickness probably shows through all ze gramatical/spelling mistakes :3*
Sidenote: Bakura and Malik are really MIB agents. :o they just haven’t told us because it’s a SE-KER-IT! Shh! :o))
Varon whimpered, opening the door to his new hotel room haphazardly, somehow managing to avoid tripping over Take and finding himself flung against the bathroom door. He swallowed back the swell of vomit that had clotted his throat and shrank against the door, burying his head in his arms.
“Bakuraku…” Varon whimpered… Through his rather girlish-teenaged angst he wondered vaguely if his eyes would slip out or something…
The setting sun burst through the room, casting an orange-red glow onto Varon, Take and several inanimate objects. Varon opened one tearstained eye to watch the sun set… He stared almost unblinkingly at it, reminded of that strange first encounter…
“Gaaahh…” he let out in a frustrated grunt as the sky darkened. He tears had stopped but now there was this annoying little spot of color in his eyes because of that stupid light… Such a smart boy… Forgetting the simple rule “Don’t look at the sun because it makes your eyes go all e.e”
Varon sighed, releasing his knees and laying down on the floor, much too drained just to walk to the bed… He wasn’t quite tired enough yet, though… After all, the sun had just now set… More drained from all that stupid crying he had just done. He’d walk to the bed after that annoying green haze got out of his eyes…
((wow, that took six minutes and twelve seconds.. *proud even though the quickness probably shows through all ze gramatical/spelling mistakes :3*
Sidenote: Bakura and Malik are really MIB agents. :o they just haven’t told us because it’s a SE-KER-IT! Shh! :o))