#somebody get ryou some tea

[anonymouscreampuff]

what a bunch of dorks

[cyberdragoninfinity]

Ryou and ishizu are def friends. They trade facts back and forth and if ishizu finds something non-egyptian she takes it to ryou to look at and if ryou finds something eyptian he will first take it to ishizu so she can determine if it's museum worthy. If it's not its free game for malik.

They love to have tea and finger foods get togethers or just hang out for coffee. When yb and malik first started dating ishizu would share her concerns for her little brother dating somebody that shares a body, but ryou assured her that when malik and yb are together he doesn't see or hear anything if it doesn't seem like they're in danger.

Ishizu has also had the "you better not hurt my little brother" talk with yb. Yb also got it from rishid, but it was more of A Look instead of words.

god all i want now is ryou and ishizu going to an antique mall together. i think they'd have a good time.... marik has so much jewelry and other shinies they keep finding at auctions and antique markets and giving to him. aside from egyptian-made stuff you look at him and you tell me he wouldn't wear some ruby brooch ryou found that he's 90% certain was worn by a 1940s actress who met a gruesome end. all about it!!!

ishizu is out here giving yb the If You Hurt My Brother There Will Be Big and Bad Consequences talk every few months...grabbing the Ring from around ryou's neck and talking directly to it sometimes. she knows yb is listening <3

[shoot-of-corruption]

@teakettlesandearrings

He had watched the white haired male most of the day from a distance, switching locations with him, watching him work on the most different things tirelessly.

As usual his eyes were drawn to things, he rather enjoyed. In this case they were also very talented in departments that Mariku usually didn’t find himself particularly suited for.

In his usual, creepy way, he decided to get closer to the uncommon individual, so sucked up in his passions. So it came that the next day, when Ryou Bakura entered his home, he’d likely be faced with a rather weird feeling of paranoia, seeing an innocent, steaming and lidded cup from a local coffee shop on his table, which - after some research - would prove to be black tea, with a dash of milk and a spoonful of sugar.

The only thing that was off about the quite monotonously colored cup was a black arrow, doubtlessly drawn by whomever left it on his kitchen table, which pointed upwards. Should Ryou follow the pointed direction with his eyes, he’d find another prove of somebody having entered his living space, by spotting a small post it plastered to his ceiling.

The paper would only offer an address in Domino City and an added info of “9 p.m.”. A clear written invitation in the same black marker and bold clear letters.