[BackLog] A favour house atlantic ocean.

[thestrengthoftenderness]

Who: Yuugi, Atem
When: Sloth day
Where: their apartment
Style: Prose
Status: Closed

At first, Yuugi just thought it was one of those days where it was hard to get out of bed.

But no, it was one of those days when your sloth was so intense you didn't plan on getting out at all, no matter how hungry, or bored, or whatever you happened to be. Though, an idea had crossed his mind, and he wasn't sure if it would work. It was worth a try, though...

Managing to pull his wrist up, he called Atem.

"Other me."

Comments

[puzzle_king]

Sadly for Yuugi, Atem was a bit too far away to hear that: he was consumed and hidden away in the bathroom to perform various rituals, secrets never to be shared with the likes of mortal man or woman. ...Okay, so he was just doing his usual routine and light makeup like any guy who did daily things like that. He had his image to maintain, after all, and flawless skin did not happen completely naturally. It was a bit of a later start for him than usual, but eh. Why do things the same way every day, right? But once he walked out to drop on the couch, he stopped and didn't quite make it there. Where was Yuugi?

So he went to check on the other boy, opening the door and poking his (perfectly made up) face in.

"Partner?"

[thestrengthoftenderness]

After spending a solid five minutes pouting at the lack of response from the communicator, he sighed, disappointed in himself. He'd never hit the call button. Of course, the aibo sense was tingling, or something, because it hadn't taken Atem long to open the door to his room.

"Oh, other me! Can you grab me something to eat?"

[puzzle_king]

That's totally what it was. Aibo senses. Yep.

"Huh? What'd'ya want?" They had a few things, and while Atem wasn't the best at this whole "making food" thing, he could try if it was something simple. It wasn't like he botched up sandwiches or other things like that.

[thestrengthoftenderness]

"I dunno. M' just hungry and super lazy right now." He managed to wiggle his way into a sitting position, a short yawn fighting it's way up his throat.