(("I had lost the connection at home for a couple of weeks. Really, really frustrating." Been there - and it /is/! *hugs!* I /can/ play at work (no one can see my computer without my spotting them coming first), just been too busy, and after work . . . *COLLAPSE*))

Yami had recovered from his initial reaction and . . . thought he had an inkling of a response by the time Gaara and Yugi had sat down. [Heh . . . you're question is an intruiging one, Gaara. I have to say I've never really thought about it. I think . . . ] He cupped up his Puzzle in both hands, eyeing it almost ruefully. [It is very much a part of my existance. I would not be here without it. Probably whatever determines my physical appearance - from my own facial structure to the clothes I'm wearing - just automatically factors it in as well.] He shrugged as he let it dropp back against his abdomen, then turned his attention to Gaara's own attire, his tone indicating that Gaara did /not/ have to answer. [If you don't mind my asking of after something of /yours/, what is that on your back?] He gestured to indicate the gourd.

Yugi too had been eyeing it, though he'd not wanted to be rude.