(Signing off for a bit. uwu Might be back on later, but, alas, I’m not sure. I’m still getting into the swing of things.)
josephine-wheeler replied to your post: ANDY MAZAKI! *growls and stomps over* WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?! *folds her arms and glares*She was about to yell some more, but the promise of gifts stopped her. “A souvenir?” She asked. “What is it?”Andy rocked back and forth on his heels, a bit of a smile on his lips. “You know those soldiers that stand around the palace…?”
A blond brow quirked. “Uh, do you mean like the ones in England. The one that where the read coats the the fuzzy hats?”
“Well, yeah, I did go to London,” Andy chuckled, then got a mischeivous look in his oceanic eyes. “It was late, Saturday night. A group of buddies and I found one standing guard. We… Took his hat.”
Her eyes widened and she laughed. “No way! Seriously?”
“Yup!” Andy laughed, placing his hands in his pockets. “So, you know what your gift is now, right?”
A huge grin spread over her face. “Oh SWEET man! Gimme gimme gimme!”
“It’s back at my place. Wanna tag along?” His left hand came up from his pocket, scratching along his scalp slightly.
“Oh!” His eyes glimmered with a shred of recognition, and he nodded, a smile on his lips. “It’s nice to meet you, Raine!” He held out his hand for a shake, hoping she would accept it.
josephine-wheeler replied to your post: ANDY MAZAKI! *growls and stomps over* WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?! *folds her arms and glares*She was about to yell some more, but the promise of gifts stopped her. “A souvenir?” She asked. “What is it?”Andy rocked back and forth on his heels, a bit of a smile on his lips. “You know those soldiers that stand around the palace…?”
A blond brow quirked. “Uh, do you mean like the ones in England. The one that where the read coats the the fuzzy hats?”
“Well, yeah, I did go to London,” Andy chuckled, then got a mischeivous look in his oceanic eyes. “It was late, Saturday night. A group of buddies and I found one standing guard. We… Took his hat.”
Her eyes widened and she laughed. “No way! Seriously?”
“Yup!” Andy laughed, placing his hands in his pockets. “So, you know what your gift is now, right?”
Blue eyes curious, Andy looked at the girl with an interested expression. “Yeah, I’m Andy…” His head cocked slightly to the side. “Mind if I ask your name?”
josephine-wheeler replied to your post: ANDY MAZAKI! *growls and stomps over* WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?! *folds her arms and glares*She was about to yell some more, but the promise of gifts stopped her. “A souvenir?” She asked. “What is it?”Andy rocked back and forth on his heels, a bit of a smile on his lips. “You know those soldiers that stand around the palace…?”
A blond brow quirked. “Uh, do you mean like the ones in England. The one that where the read coats the the fuzzy hats?”
“Well, yeah, I did go to London,” Andy chuckled, then got a mischeivous look in his oceanic eyes. “It was late, Saturday night. A group of buddies and I found one standing guard. We… Took his hat.”
She was about to yell some more, but the promise of gifts stopped her. “A souvenir?” She asked. “What is it?”
Andy rocked back and forth on his heels, a bit of a smile on his lips. “You know those soldiers that stand around the palace…?”
The darkness had fallen with unanticipated swiftness. The slow fall of his sneakers on the pavement — dance was starting to take more and more of a toll on him, he might be coming down with something — had drawn him into something of a lull. However, the sound of someone’s steps starting to follow in his own, just slightly off time, caught the notice of exhausted ears. The boy stopped, and turned on his heel, but found himself facing nothing but darkness.
“… Hello…?”
Her arrival to the modern world was in itself interesting enough. Mortals of this time amused themselves in different ways than her time, though she suppose it was due to boredom that they found trivial enjoyment in things that she herself used as a way to train.
Bakura’s eyes were transfixed on the mortal whose steps moved in sync with his body. He was talented, she could see from the way he could contort himself. Still she kept hidden beneath the darkness, not fazed by the greeting. “Evening.” She called back, voice deep, still keeping up her facade even now. “You have some skill. Impressive for one so young.”
As far as the young man could identify, the voice was male, not too much older than himself. His pursuer seemed to mesh into the darkness itself — it took a good few amount of moments to locate the speaker in the night. Blue eyes were naturally sensitive to light, which probably was working in his favor in that situation. The speaker was shrouded in a cloak of some description. Despite the odd clothing, there was a certain air of… Dare he even think of it?
Magic. The feeling was magic, like what he had experienced in Egypt.
With a quick shake of his head, sending the chestnut locks upon his head aflutter, Andy took a moment to answer her statement. “Thank you… Might I ask why you’re following me?” His voice was even, a near monotone. However, internally, the young dancer was bracing himself for some sort of fight or flight decision.
(Please excuse me while I idly ponder what to do with Andy now. Let’s see what I can rustle up with him…)
Andy turned on his heel, and his face split into an enormous smile as his blue eyes met those of his “twin”`s. “Anzu! Oh gosh, it’s so great to see you!” He crossed the space between them in a matter of moments. His arms wrapped around her in a matter of moments, continuing to grin broadly.
