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[residualfumes]

[Yelling back doesn't help, leaving the building doesn't help, plugging his ears doesn't help.

And since he can't sleep through it or brew coffee in the dark, Piston's been jumping from screaming frustration to near begging for a day now.]

Shut it shut it shut it shut it.

[But. Since he is out in the hall, likely to run right over anyone in his

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Late, so late. Always late. :/

[maakheru]

[Maakheru wasn't actually affected like everyone else. Possibly because he really had nothing that significant to be regretful over. No, what he was experiencing was fear. The nights in Egypt weren't even this dark. He couldn't see his own hand in front of his face and he most certainly wouldn't see anyone coming. He had reverted back to how he was before. Clinging to the walls, wrapped up in his cloak, jumping at every noise he heard. Of course it didn't help that the sounds he were hearing were just as scary as he was afraid of.]

Please, please...don't let him find me...

Wall clinging, you say? Oh the memories.

[residualfumes]

[Well somebody's going to find him, or stumble over him.

A hard turn gets him knocking his shoulder on something on the wall and jolting the other way, catching himself on some door in the dark.]

Who's over there?!

Indeed

[maakheru]

[Maakheru did more than jump when he was knocked, he actually pushed whatever, or rather whoever touched him, screaming.]

Stay away!

Re: Indeed

[residualfumes]

[GAH! Marlick-whichever-you-are-he-can't-tell-right-now, that was in his face!]

Then don't stand in the middle of my path!

[-hey wait, that's not a ghoul cloak his hands are grabbing at.]

[maakheru]

[Well it wasn't as though he could really tell either.]

Go away!

[residualfumes]

[Yeah, yelling's not helping him be sure. Just like he's probably not helping, digging a hand in the Egyptian's hair, just in case that makes it easier to tell.]

Maakheru?

[maakheru]

[At first the Egyptian was freaking out, literally trying to tear himself away from the man. It took awhile before he started to wear out, his attempts coming to a near stop. Piston was lucky he was still somewhat able to recognize his voice.]

J-Jounouchi?

[residualfumes]

[-how many scuffle bruises does it take to recognize a Jounouchi?

That is.]

Yeah it's me!

[And he's still five levels above high strung, but it's a lot less focused on his company. Which is probably why his grip lightens up.]

What're you doing out here??

[maakheru]

[Yeah, Piston's grip lightens but now he has a scared Marlick clinging to him like a child.]

I was trying to find somewhere safe...

Why are you here? It's too dark.

[residualfumes]

-I heard people crying.

[Not just people, going by the grumble, but he certainly doesn't fight the cling.]

But I can't find them. I dunno if they're even there.

[maakheru]

I don't want to be here. He's going to show up, I know he's going to. We need to leave.

[residualfumes]

Wha- Who's going to show up?

[He can't mean any of his calling brood, right?]

[maakheru]

That thief! I don't want to be found by him!

[Then stop shouting, Maakheru.]

[residualfumes]

What, Bakura?

[He asks. While covering Maakheru's mouth to stall yelling.]

Pff, that guy can't see any better here than us. You hear anybody coming?

[Cause all he's getting is crying. And some calls. No walking or Bakura.]

[maakheru]

[Well, since his mouth was covered he figured listening would be a good idea. Of course all he could hear was stuff that kept making him jump and cling tighter to Piston. He couldn't be sure if Bakura was there or not.]

[residualfumes]

[...that might be a yes, huh.

Huffing, he moves that hand to grab his and drag Maakheru along, other arm reaching out for some room (any room)'s door.]

Come on.

[He knows it's not gonna do much good but maybe if they get out of a hall with open space-]