Hey, my name's Yugi Motou.
16, dying to get out of the county, and can someone save me from high school please? No? Damn.
-Currently in possession of the millennium puzzle
-Soon to be living in Scooby Gang HQ
-Working part time at Lúxuria Club for Flo + the Game Shop with Yami
*Yelps,excited laughter* Anzuuuuuuu!! Beautiful woman!!
"Where have you been?! I came back and I couldn’t find you!" she exclaims, continuing to hug him.
"Staying with people, but I am home! And you are home! And you are glorious like the sun~!"
"Oh, you! You have no idea how wonderful a sight you are. It’s like finding water after days in the desert sun! I’ve been with my mom for a while. Speaking of which, have you been good?"
"Pfft, and you call me a charmer~" He cackles. "How was your mum? Yeah real good! On the mend but really excited for Christmas!"
// Also, before I forget. Arcane wants to Disney movie marathon with Bamf.
//…he’ll blow a gasket with excitement.
*Yelps,excited laughter* Anzuuuuuuu!! Beautiful woman!!
So what you’re saying, Mum, is that Plague let’s you suck 23 dicks?
Grim already said I can’t be a stripper. Fuck.
…..Oops. “Hey Yami!” He waves merrily, ushering him into the HQ. “Yeah I think so. I can move all my fingers and nothing smells or is green or purple.” Or anything more horrific he can imagine. “Uuuuh…. I’ve been watching movies and sitting. A lot.” Sure."Heh, don’t worry I promise not to pop your deep and meaningful cherry again. I don’t like making you all upset, it’s horrible." He promised, waving his hand in emphasis. "See making time to study and read n’ look shit up is loads easier if I can do it at three in the morning or at noon in my pjs on the couch. It’s just nice. You think so?” He’d had very little to gauge his progress off of. He’d just done what he was told and emailed Yami reviews about how this or that Pope was a jackass or how much he hated the algebra equations. “Yeah! Junior. He’s a shit. Have you met him now?” Yugi had gobbled him up as family so completely already it didn’t feel strange to call him names.
"I know, I know," he repeated in a way that said ‘yadda, yadda’. “It feels fine. Dad wants all the stuff off. He’s worried about my hands gettin’ weak. I don’t think that’s possible for teenage boys~” He laughed wiggling his fingers and curling the palm into a fist carelessly. “Tiny bit sore. I bet it’s scarred too…”
A playful roll of his eyes at the way Bamf took this whole matter. Though he did not blame him at all for what happened to Yami. It was his own self consciousness. “I apologize for overreacting like that. Though I appreciate you taking my own inability into consideration. Thank you.” He nodded, agreeing with that. “Much better than getting up at the crack of dawn to march into class like a herd of cattle to stare at a black board for long sets of hours. Incredible how much you’ve improved when given the chance to work at your own pace, make your own hours. I’ve been marking your progress, comparing grades and technique from when you were in public school til now. You have improved greatly, I assure you. Continue like this and you will do fine in years to come. You are very bright, Bamf. Finding a way to maximize your output was all we had to do.” He had to laugh hearing him talk about Junior like that. “I have. He seemed like such a proper boy. Stared at me for a few moments before he let me in, apologized horribly. Though I’ve heard you and he have been getting into trouble, have you?”
Yami gave him an almost fatherly warning glance at his tone, finally smiling. “Ah, and which Dad might that be?” he asked as he cut the rest off, taking off the matted bandages and replacing them with new ones. Wrapping it enough to keep the wound covered, Yami sighed and kissed the back of his hand like a knight to his prince. “Is that better?” He laughed and put away his scissors. “Keep that bandage on for a while. Try not to move it around too much. Another week and it should be fully healed. True at this age, you should not be getting weak at all. But if you keep hurting yourself like this, I would not be surprised if you lost the ability to move your fingers. Take care of your body, Bamf. You may be young, but you are not invincible.”
"It’s okay. We all have stuff that sets us off. It was just one of your buttons you don’t like pushed too hard. It’s no one’s fault. Sides, next time I freak out like crazy you’ll give me a little patience and compassion. No harm, no foul." He grinned, wiping it off. It hadn’t much effected his view of Yami at all really. He was still a big, sensitive, teddy bear with a hacksaw. He was just Yami. "Yeah?" He was almost pink, trying not to glow. It was more a statement of bemusement than anything needing an answer. He’d always promised as much; let him off the leash and he’d behave better but sometimes he wondered if he was talking out his ass. Trying to make the praise stick….it felt so new! "Pffft!" He almost lost it. "Bullshit. Junior’s a trashy little asshole. He just spooks easy. You just wait, you give him three seconds. I want a camera going when we’re alone. He’s a tarty, spoilt, little hermit!" He laughed, none of it meant to be cruel. "Yeah! And half of it is his idea! Halloween was totally his idea. He has schemes.”
He was grinning so wide he had dimples, no amount of paternal huffing could bring him down! “Grim. I’ve got a system: Third-Father is Kor, Dad is Grim, Papa is Seventh. Well, or Ma, Mum…depends on what meat suit he’s wearing. Anyway~” Moving right along. His fingers flexed, squeezing Yami’s hand. A kiss? How bad did Yami want him to preen? He was all warm and fuzzy already! No, stop, bad Yami. “Very, thanks. You know we always have this conversation and I keep tellin’ ya that it’s not my fault trouble looks for me.”
It had been the first he’d heard from his son since their last encounter. A contact that yielded nothing in the way of knowledge initially, could have any sort of meaning whatsoever. There wasn’t any hesitation in responding. [TEXT: Of course. What can I do for you?]
There was within him the intense desire to draw him steadily into his arms without heed of his comfort, holding on tight, no end in sight, an urge that he resisted for the moment. He wasn’t entirely sure where such a feeling stemmed, if it resulted from the falling out they’d previously suffered, if it had anything to do with his own private contemplations, or if it was uninspired by anything other than a parents natural want. Whatever it was, he did not linger long enough to identify, merely nodding his head as an affirmation for the request to be initiated.
"Kay, thanks for permitting that random pounce upon you," he snorted. He was not going to come down from his high but slinging his arms about his neck he pecked his cheek, squeezed. "Next time I won’t smell so much," he laughed, standing back. "I need a shower…" he plucked at his shirt.
"Should you be so inclined, a regular interval of showering does happen to be a thing. Food for thought, son." It was what he was known to give.
He snorted, easing back, “I’ll go forth bearing that in mind~ You have a good day.” And with— Oh! He half spun, remembering his puppet to pluck it up. He recovered, yes, entirely a young man of dignity and poise. That done he took a deep breath and headed home to his increasingly messy sanctuary. It’d probably be another thousand stitches before he showered.