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Day 283 night

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

CEO: Open the window.

Re: Day 283 night

[puzzlekeeper]

[ . . . Boy Intensity's lucky he's actually home.

He heads to the window and pushes it open, already dressed for the sleep he probably isn't going to actually bother with. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Very lucky. Not that he knows that.

Intensity drops into the room in a crouch, still fully clothed in his trenchcoat as Blue Eyes heads back down to FiN.

And he does raise an eyebrow at the fact King is in his pajamas as he gets to his feet.]

Am I interrupting?

[Was King actually going to attempt sleep? The elusive mistress.]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Giving him a blank look ]

No. The only time you'd be interrupting me is if I'm dueling, which I'm not.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Oh. King just said the magic word. So with a very Pavlovian (or maybe just instinctive) response:]

Duel me.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ . . . Laughs. ]

Okay.

Is that why you came?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[A slow spreading smirk]

No.

That's just an added bonus.

[puzzlekeeper]

I see.

Duel before or after, then?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Oh definitely before.

[puzzlekeeper]

Fine. But we're doing it on my bed.

[ This isn't even intentional innuendo ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[It doesn't even come across at it (by Intensity's obvious lack of flustering). Only dueling now.

Stepping out of his shoes before getting up on the bed.]

Don't think you're going to win this time.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Settling across from him and pulling out his deck, which somehow is not narration innuendo either.

Making a "bring it on" gesture. ]

Then prove it.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[And like the Little Engine That Could, Intensity goes 110% into the duel. To do anything else would be an insult to his rival.

Also, he desperately needs bragging rights.]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ And here's the miracle of miracles, that moment Intensity always craves, that one he can savor more than anything else.

Intensity wins. ]

Wow . . . that was incredible.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Wait.







What?

He still has his hand on his final monster card and is just waiting for King to flip that final trap card.

And yet. It never comes.]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ He leans forward, concerned.

The villain laugh should have started by now. ]

Intensity. You won.

1/2

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He studies King's face closely. Ready to raise holy hell if he even thinks for a moment that King has thrown the match. Is testing him.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[But no, that is actual genuine concern from his rival.

And Intensity immediately shoves all the cards out of the way with a wide sweep of his hand so he can pull King into his lap.]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ ?????

Is this a "claiming his prize" thing? ]

Intensity!

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Yes!

Wait, ---- no!

And he's pressing the back of his flesh hand against King's forehead while the other one is secure around his middle.]

What is it?

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Craning his neck to peer up at him.

--Oh. Intensity is actually concerned. ]

Something has to be wrong for you to defeat me?

I won't accept insults to my rival so lightly.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Can he hear as well as see Intensity's eyes rolling? (Flattering statement or not.)]

If it was just me winning, that would be a different story.

But you're also preparing to try and sleep by yourself.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ He huffs a bit and then deflates. ]

I'm fine.

Just worried about some things.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

More than the usual?

[puzzlekeeper]

. . . Yes, I suppose so.