Characters: Yami Bakura and
vatheonLocation: Near the Foutain.
Time: The afternoon of October 27th.
Style: Whatever you like~.
Status: Open like an open thingy.
[What does one do when they come across a fragile looking boy, wrapping his own arm (feigning an injury upon arrival to Vatheon). He looks annoyed, terribly annoyed. The general public looks like they are staying away from him (the locals really), but what would you do if you saw someone stab their own arm? The attempt to leave his host in charge was a failure. Why couldn't he go back if he wanted to- every attempt to even contact his pathetic host was nothing.
His added bonus of the day, he's sopping wet, head to toe. The thick hair of his was going to be impossible to dry.]
...This is not what I planned.