RL meeting with Gaara

[puzzlemasters]

*Yugi stands in the middle of a baseball field at dusk, Yami manifested by his side.  It had been Yami's idea, to meet their new friend at that time of evening, not knowing what his arrival would look like and figuring that the almost-twilight might be a good balace to mask any energies or other disturbances of the passage.  Not that they're expecting anyone to witness it anyway, but one can never tell.*

Yugi: *is nervous in spite of himself*

Yami: *usual arms-crossed pose - half the time a sign of at least slight discomfort himself . . . glances at his partner*  [Aibou . . . ]

Yugi: He'll be here.  I'm sure of it.

Yami: *small, wry grin*  [That's not what has you concerned . . . You wonder what he'll think of /me/.  Knowing the truth about me.]

Yugi: 6,6;;;;;;  I think . . . I think neither of us have ever quite told him . . . Nor told /anyone/ on the community for that matter.  Um, except for that mediator I was just talking to recently.

Yami: [I wouldn't worry about it, Aibou.  He'll think what he will.  We've not lied to anyone, nor deliberately deceived.  Just that I am not living.  Unless he's afraid of ghosts . . . ]  *shrugs - then turns over his shoulder, looking off to the side*

Yugi: Other-Me?

Yami: [I sense something.  I think he may have just arrived . . . ]

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Yugi's reluctance to answer his first question made the ninja think he had said something wrong, so he fell silent and did not press on the matter.

They began to walk toward the bleachers, and Gaara mused aloud with a bit of curiosity in his tone, "My friend mentioned this sport once, though I've never actually seen it."

He adjusted his clothing and shifted the gourd on his back before gingerly taking a seat, trying to imagine how he would see baseball as a spectator, but to no avail.

(OOC: Oh man, my reply is so late. D: Sorry again! I had lost the connection at home for a couple of weeks. Really, really frustrating. And I can't RP at work or I'll get in trouble...)

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(("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.