[ yuugi frees jonouchi's hand from his own to let him sit up unencumbered, brows furrowing when their eyes meet. oh, he's definitely planning something. he presses his lips together, about to deny that he ever has either, until he glimpses his other self from the corner of his eye and it occurs to him —
yuugi grimaces, and without otherwise confirming or denying, he picks up his can and takes a drink. it's not very cold anymore, but the taste wasn't all that good to begin with. ]
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yuugi grimaces, and without otherwise confirming or denying, he picks up his can and takes a drink. it's not very cold anymore, but the taste wasn't all that good to begin with. ]
Mm... Never have I ever... Taken a part-time job.