Ever since Yuugi had entered the lab once more, his mind was clouded by so many things.
Thoughts.
Memories.
People who weren't there. A new room. New roommates. New facilities that he didn't even know about before.
Enforcers. Light creation. Memories. Different versions of himself.
Miss Ishizu's truths. Kaiba's answers. Menes's friendship.
He was curled up on his bed, knees to his chest as he stared out towards the door, counting the amount of pockmarks in the metal as a little game to play by himself:
How much had this place changed since he was gone?
Did he ever leave?
Was Grampa and his family okay?
Was...he...?
No. He needed air. He needed to breathe.
Maybe he could slip out of the room to just breathe air that was different from the stuff in his room.
The door slid open, and he stepped with uncertain feet into the hallway.
Immediately following the sound of the door sliding open is a sharp but high-pitched growl, followed by a flurry of movement accompanied by audible clickclickclick! sounds.
Seems as if Yuugi had taken something by surprise, even causing it to drop the piece of crumpled plastic it was carrying in its jaws and scrabble several feet away.
A tiny dragon. That was a dragon. A dragon squared up with its wings spread as if it expected a threat of some kind.
And he snorted indignantly at Yuugi for the shock.
The Dragon Formerly Known as Seto Kaiba can read the intent out of Yuugi's tone, at least enough to know he's not posing a threat. The wings slowly furl behind him, but he stays on all fours rather than to sit and show weakness.
Yet.
Also that's too many words for him to derive meaning from, so the dragon merely cocks its head to the side and lets out a curious trill at Yuugi's question.
Can they not understand him? Was he like a dog, where he understood tone instead of words?
Yuugi took a small step forward, but only just slight...
Before kneeling down to the dragon's...er, height. It was best to be eye-level with animals, right...? That's what he did when he pet dogs and cats back home. Though a dragon was hardly a cat...
"I'm Yuugi," he said, "It's nice to meet you."
If he extended his hand just slightly, just enough to leave it there, would that do anything?
Cats and dogs liked it when you approached slowly, after all...
Hm. So he's coming closer, to try and make the dragon feel more comfortable. Fair enough. Respectable. The small creature can also parse a little more out of Yuugi's words now that there's not so many with what it deemed to be complex sentence structure.
Yuugi is a name. His tone is friendly. He is approaching?!?
Oh. Just his hand though. That's fine. The dragon takes a few steps forward, then nudges the fingers with his snout. Yuugi's existence has been accepted.
Was the single cutest thing he had ever experienced in his entire life.
Yuugi Mutou must have somehow died, gone to Heaven, and found himself in the halls of the lab just to find this adorable little thing that was nudging his hands as though he wanted to be...
That's a good question. Can he pet the dragon snoot? As soon as his fingers go in for the attempt, the dragon pulls back, snorting loudly. It's not aggressive, but it seems he's not sure about all of that yet. It was one thing to have let the one in the Room Which Was His touch him. Not only had Sunny offered food, but he just felt right.
Yuugi...doesn't feel the same kind of right. But still trustworthy enough.
Nothing worth having is easy though, so perhaps Yuugi shouldn't give up. Especially when the dragon steps up again and bunts his fingers sharply. What is he trying to communicate here?
"Do you...want something to eat?" Yuugi asked. "Is...that what you want? I don't...really understand."
What did dragons eat, anyway? He was too small to eat people, and most of the food in the lab wasn't exactly appetizing...but maybe he could find something he could chew on, like a dog chewed on bones...?
Food? Food acceptable! The dragon's tail sways back and forth, not so much a wag as a vague gesture of one. Food was on the short list of things he wants, which also includes objects. Interesting ones, perhaps even shiny sorts?
Yuugi was in luck regardless, the dragon was a veritable disposal and enjoyed collecting objects. It wouldn't take much to appease it.
It bunts his fingers again, more insistently this time.
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This child needs something to think about that isn't pain. Dargon time?
Date: 2025-09-08 01:51 am (UTC)Thoughts.
Memories.
People who weren't there. A new room. New roommates. New facilities that he didn't even know about before.
Enforcers. Light creation. Memories. Different versions of himself.
Miss Ishizu's truths. Kaiba's answers. Menes's friendship.
He was curled up on his bed, knees to his chest as he stared out towards the door, counting the amount of pockmarks in the metal as a little game to play by himself:
How much had this place changed since he was gone?
Did he ever leave?
Was Grampa and his family okay?
Was...he...?
No. He needed air. He needed to breathe.
Maybe he could slip out of the room to just breathe air that was different from the stuff in his room.
The door slid open, and he stepped with uncertain feet into the hallway.
dargon time
Date: 2025-09-08 02:17 am (UTC)Seems as if Yuugi had taken something by surprise, even causing it to drop the piece of crumpled plastic it was carrying in its jaws and scrabble several feet away.
A tiny dragon. That was a dragon. A dragon squared up with its wings spread as if it expected a threat of some kind.
And he snorted indignantly at Yuugi for the shock.
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Date: 2025-09-08 02:19 am (UTC)That was. Um.
Um
Uh.
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Date: 2025-09-08 02:21 am (UTC)A dragon...?
He'd seen harpy people and definitely saw people like Logan before, so he shouldn't have been surprised, but why the heck was something this...
This...
3/3
Date: 2025-09-08 02:23 am (UTC)Was this poor thing a prisoner of the lab, too? It seemed like Yuugi startled the poor thing, at any rate. Maybe he should apologize to it?
"Oh, um. I'm sorry! I didn't mean to bump into you."
He smiled, and unlike his usual smiles, this one actually met his eyes, gentle and warm.
"Are you...another prisoner here?"
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Date: 2025-09-08 02:27 am (UTC)Yet.
Also that's too many words for him to derive meaning from, so the dragon merely cocks its head to the side and lets out a curious trill at Yuugi's question.
"Mrrrrrh?"
His plastic, as of the moment, is left forgotten.
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Date: 2025-09-08 02:35 am (UTC)Can they not understand him? Was he like a dog, where he understood tone instead of words?
Yuugi took a small step forward, but only just slight...
Before kneeling down to the dragon's...er, height. It was best to be eye-level with animals, right...? That's what he did when he pet dogs and cats back home. Though a dragon was hardly a cat...
"I'm Yuugi," he said, "It's nice to meet you."
If he extended his hand just slightly, just enough to leave it there, would that do anything?
Cats and dogs liked it when you approached slowly, after all...
What about dragons?
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Date: 2025-09-08 02:40 am (UTC)Yuugi is a name. His tone is friendly. He is approaching?!?
Oh. Just his hand though. That's fine. The dragon takes a few steps forward, then nudges the fingers with his snout. Yuugi's existence has been accepted.
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Date: 2025-09-08 02:43 am (UTC)Was the single cutest thing he had ever experienced in his entire life.
Yuugi Mutou must have somehow died, gone to Heaven, and found himself in the halls of the lab just to find this adorable little thing that was nudging his hands as though he wanted to be...
Could he.
Could he pet him.
Could he gently pet the dragon snoot.
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Date: 2025-09-08 02:55 am (UTC)Yuugi...doesn't feel the same kind of right. But still trustworthy enough.
Nothing worth having is easy though, so perhaps Yuugi shouldn't give up. Especially when the dragon steps up again and bunts his fingers sharply. What is he trying to communicate here?
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Date: 2025-09-10 11:23 pm (UTC)"Oh! Sorry! I didn't mean to--"
What was he trying to say? Did he...?
"Do you...want something to eat?" Yuugi asked. "Is...that what you want? I don't...really understand."
What did dragons eat, anyway? He was too small to eat people, and most of the food in the lab wasn't exactly appetizing...but maybe he could find something he could chew on, like a dog chewed on bones...?
Or...
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Date: 2025-09-11 02:49 am (UTC)Yuugi was in luck regardless, the dragon was a veritable disposal and enjoyed collecting objects. It wouldn't take much to appease it.
It bunts his fingers again, more insistently this time.