Where's Yami?
Summary: After seeing yet another odd occurrence happening in the city, Varon goes to check on Yami to make sure he wasn't struck by this one either...
Characters: Yami, Varon and anyone else who happens by
Location: Yami's Condo
Varon went by Yami’s to make sure he hadn’t been overtaken by any of the other epidemics that had been occurring in town. First there was the gender switching, and now…he was seeing where people were turning into animals! What the hell was going on here?
He knocked three times waiting for a moment before trying the door and finding it…unlocked?
“Yami? Mate, you here?” Varon stuck his head in for a moment before proceeding inside. He didn’t see him in the kitchen, so he then proceeded back towards his bedroom area. He noticed the door was a bit ajar as he nudged it open, praying he wasn’t interrupting anything if Yami was there with that blond from the other day. He knew he heard the blond say they were ‘old friends’ but from where he was from, that usually meant bed buddies. He didn’t give a damn one way or another; what someone else did was their own business.
“Yami?” he called again, looking to not see anyone there. He scratched his head quizzically. Where on Earth had the other gone?
Characters: Yami, Varon and anyone else who happens by
Location: Yami's Condo
Varon went by Yami’s to make sure he hadn’t been overtaken by any of the other epidemics that had been occurring in town. First there was the gender switching, and now…he was seeing where people were turning into animals! What the hell was going on here?
He knocked three times waiting for a moment before trying the door and finding it…unlocked?
“Yami? Mate, you here?” Varon stuck his head in for a moment before proceeding inside. He didn’t see him in the kitchen, so he then proceeded back towards his bedroom area. He noticed the door was a bit ajar as he nudged it open, praying he wasn’t interrupting anything if Yami was there with that blond from the other day. He knew he heard the blond say they were ‘old friends’ but from where he was from, that usually meant bed buddies. He didn’t give a damn one way or another; what someone else did was their own business.
“Yami?” he called again, looking to not see anyone there. He scratched his head quizzically. Where on Earth had the other gone?