Day 3, overnight

[snackcakeordeath]

[Just before the time votes generally get announced, the smoke alarm in the basement starts giving an ear-splitting buzz. Hope you weren't trying to get some quiet time in your dressing room, since for a good five, ten minutes, it is not very quiet.

[Then, thankfully, the alarm shuts off abruptly. A moment later, Little Debbie herself comes shrieking over the monitors. She looks furious.]

What in the world do you devil squares think you're doing!? You had to do this today? Really? First, the cold fishest of dates, then the world's most boringest voting, and now you're messing up our stuff? Don't you know what all we're dealing with here!?

Seriously, if it wasn't such an important day, you guys'd be in sooo much trouble! So give your praises for my my sweet fucking demeanor-slash-absolute lack of time right now for dealing with this dollar bin garbage, and start getting your keisters in gear! Romance is a legitimate genre, just look at the book sales! And I want a piece of that Fabio pie! So you nutty buddies are gonna get out there, you're gonna date, there's gonna be some sparks, and we're gonna get top trending numbers tomorrow, or else!

[The girl stomps her foot, near tantrum; Swiss Miss takes over.]

Whatever you think you've done, it did not work. No more mini-marshmallows until you improve. Marshmallows are for closers.



PS, Kimi and Elise are dead.


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[blueeyeswaifudragon]

...

[takes it in, for once letting himself actually look as impressed as he feels]

...You're sure you want to give it to me?

[wantsnudes]

[Yusuke nods, smiling warmly.]

I'm sure. I would not have mentioned it if I hadn't made up my mind long before.

[blueeyeswaifudragon]

[and--for once--Kaiba doesn't argue. Yusuke's smile is a little too warm to meet for too long, but even as Kaiba drops his gaze he's smiling back, a little.]

...Alright.

[wantsnudes]

[dawww]

A smile like that is a good look on you. I'm glad I got to see it.

[blueeyeswaifudragon]

...Don't be ridiculous. Smiles clash with most of my outfits.

[wantsnudes]

Nonsense. That smile would go with any outfit.

[blueeyeswaifudragon]

...

[is he actually speechless. could such a thing actually happen. ugh, he needs to find something scathing and businesslike to say to get things back to status quo]

...You...sound like a motivational speaker.

[nailed it]

[wantsnudes]

Really? It was intended to be a compliment on your aesthetics, not a motivational speech.

[But he's happy that Kaiba finds it... motivating...? Whatever that means.]

[blueeyeswaifudragon]

[he really does seem at a loss for words, beginning and aborting several responses before finally saying something]

Okay.

[pause]

...You also have adequate smiling skills.

[wantsnudes]

[Yusuke gives a short laugh, at that.]

I was not aware it was a skill that could be honed, so much as a natural product of one's appearance and personality. But, thank you.

[blueeyeswaifudragon]

I guess you're right. You can practice in a mirror, but it's not the same. You could say there's an art to it.

[wantsnudes]

And, as in art, there are some smiles that are all the more precious due to their rarity.

In any case, I suppose I've taken enough of your time for the evening, Kaiba-san. You should get some rest.

[blueeyeswaifudragon]

You should take your own advice.

...Thank you. For today.

[wantsnudes]

I will, soon. And... you're welcome.

[He's not sure what he's being thanked for, considering he was the one who was supposed to be expressing gratitude, but he'll take it.]

Burdens are easier when shared. Under trying circumstances, it helps to find solace in others.

[blueeyeswaifudragon]

[hesitant]

That's not something that comes naturally to me. But I suppose I can see your point.

[wantsnudes]

[Yusuke nods in understanding.]

For those accustomed to solitude, it does not come naturally. But it's something I have recently learned to be of great benefit.

[blueeyeswaifudragon]

How many lessons did it take for you?

[wantsnudes]

One truly harsh lesson, and that was when I discovered the truth about Sensei's vain and greedy nature. I had no one I could count on but my friends in that time, and so, that was when I came to trust them with everything, instead of choosing to isolate myself further.

Then, after that incident, my mind became clouded, and I struggled to produce art. It was my friends once again who became those I could confide in. Like a brilliant ray of hope that pierces the darkness... they've all done so much for me. I produced a painting on that very subject, and it became my finest work to date.

...And now, I've met you, Kaiba-san. [He looks back at his painting.] A cold, powerful waterfall, seemingly fixed and immovable... and yet suffused with the soft glow of the moon and stars. I'm sure that's the perfect painting for you.

[blueeyeswaifudragon]

[well,]

[well.]

...Seto.

If you're going to give such a ringing endorsement of the value of companionship, you should at least feel free to call me by my given name.

[wantsnudes]

Very well... Seto.

[He tests how the name sounds and nods, apparently pleased.]

Then, it's fine if you simply call me Yusuke.

[blueeyeswaifudragon]

[smiles again, ever so slightly broader than before]

Yusuke...

...I shouldn't keep you any longer. It's been a long day, go get some rest.

[wantsnudes]

All right. Sleep well, Seto.

[Or as well as any of them can in a place like this, anyway.]

[blueeyeswaifudragon]

Same to you, Yusuke.

[in fact Kaiba is not going to sleep well or otherwise, but he is going to look at this gift that someone made for him and gave to him of their own accord without any apparent underlying intent other than just wanting to, and have at least two feelings...he's gonna stare at that for a long time]

[wantsnudes]

[Whether Yusuke himself will get any sleep remains to be seen, but he'll find a couch in a quiet corner of the game room and a blanket to curl up with nonetheless. He's avoiding the bedroom, since sleeping in there would be impossible, after what happened to Ann.

At the very least, he'll rest a little easier knowing he's been able to move someone with his art, even in a small way.]