A little break wouldn't be terrible. It's not that I don't enjoy it. But...I at least thought that of anything we might play, the dice might be a little more on my side. I suppose these aren't my dice, so they're not used to me yet.
[What a strange thing to say! But...Ryou misses his things from home. Sometimes, not being surrounded by his belongings, the things that make up the sum parts of his personality? It's kind of demoralizing. These dice are not his dice yet. He has dice of all shapes, sizes, and colors.
Here, he'd been lucky to find a single pair of D10s.
He feels as if his luck would be better if he was using one of his sets. The ones he played with all the time when he was running campaigns, or joining in on one someone else had made. And then...the ones that he'd seen in the dream world, that Yugi had given him? Those were so cool, he wanted that set!
His ears lower slightly and he relaxes a little more against Atem. He shouldn't be thinking complicated things like this. He's supposed to be having fun, right? And it is fun. Right up until he feels a twinge of homesickness, but he doesn't want to linger on it.]
At any rate...we can't do this all day, can we? H-heh heh. I think a few more rounds--not too many if you keep winning, or I'll owe you my soul's weight in wishes, of course.
[Not that he minds that. He'd happily do anything for Atem!
Since they're not playing the game right at the moment, he shifts a bit, not dislodging Atem's arm but still enough that he can comfortably set his hand on one of Atem's knees. Such a simple form of contact...it's plenty for him.]
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[What a strange thing to say! But...Ryou misses his things from home. Sometimes, not being surrounded by his belongings, the things that make up the sum parts of his personality? It's kind of demoralizing. These dice are not his dice yet. He has dice of all shapes, sizes, and colors.
Here, he'd been lucky to find a single pair of D10s.
He feels as if his luck would be better if he was using one of his sets. The ones he played with all the time when he was running campaigns, or joining in on one someone else had made. And then...the ones that he'd seen in the dream world, that Yugi had given him? Those were so cool, he wanted that set!
His ears lower slightly and he relaxes a little more against Atem. He shouldn't be thinking complicated things like this. He's supposed to be having fun, right? And it is fun. Right up until he feels a twinge of homesickness, but he doesn't want to linger on it.]
At any rate...we can't do this all day, can we? H-heh heh. I think a few more rounds--not too many if you keep winning, or I'll owe you my soul's weight in wishes, of course.
[Not that he minds that. He'd happily do anything for Atem!
Since they're not playing the game right at the moment, he shifts a bit, not dislodging Atem's arm but still enough that he can comfortably set his hand on one of Atem's knees. Such a simple form of contact...it's plenty for him.]
But then...maybe we can move on.