Cosplaying for fun and profit . . . or just humiliation [rp with cypsiman2]

[puzzlemasters]

((I GET SHIT DONE EVENTUALLY, YEAH?  Anyway . . . cuz this is up several days later than I'd said, have a piccie first as a consolation prize  ^_^))




Anzu had been working for Mutou-Grandfather at the Kame for a few weeks now.  Sometimes, she and Yugi had worked together, many times not.  He couldn't afford to pay two employees, even part-time, overly much, so usually one of them was working with him while the other was off.  But when he could, he scheduled the two of them together.  It gave himself a nice break . . . and the two youngsters some much needed "together" time.

This afternoon, Anzu came over to the shop, expecting for both of them to be off-work because they had a project for school to work on . . . only to find the sole occupant of the shop to be Grandpa Mutou.

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Down the way and around a corner on a busier street, Yugi put on a grin for everyone, but frankly?  He looked like a fool.  Or anyway, he felt like one.  The costume really had been meant for someone at least a foot taller.  And it itched - some of the seams weren't properly sewn.  They were more like . . . glued, which made the edges of the fabric stiff and scratchy and scraped or dug at his skin here and there.

He loved Dark Magician.  He really, really did!

But . . . not right now.

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[puzzlemasters.livejournal.com]

Confused, Yugi looked back and forth between the two. "Um . . . yeah. Rain check or something, maybe - we really do have to get that project done. It's due on Friday. But . . . what did you have in mind, Grandpa?" He couldn't help the curiosity, even if he had no intention of going with whatever his grandfather had mentioned.

[cypsiman2.livejournal.com]

"Well Yuugi, your Mother had a reservation at a restaurant this evening, but it seems like things didn't work out with her date...I don't recall if it was a matter of scheduling or more personal issues. Anyway, as it stands, the reservation hasn't actually been canceled, so you and Anzu are more than free to take it up!"

Anzu...was silent. Very, very, silent.

Snowplowing my Inbox finding lost treasures again....TT~TT

[puzzlemasters.livejournal.com]

Yugi's eyes went wide. Go to a restaurant? With Anzu?! ALONE?!

He didn't remember passing out in his bedroom, but he was suddenly pretty sure he was dreaming at the moment.

Yami's tone was wry in the back of his mind. [No, Aibou, you're not dreaming.]

Yugi snuck a glance at Anzu, who seemed frozen. In horror, probably. She just doesn't want to say anything and hurt my feelings. After all, she'd been clinging to the need to work on their project like a lifeline, trying to get out of it. Hadn't she?

[Test it, Aibou...]

Swallowing hard - it sounded like a heavenly way to spend the evening to him! - he decided to d-do that. "I-I'd...really like that, a-actually . . . b-but we really do need to get that project worked on." He hoped he didn't sound too eager at the first part or disappointed at the second.

He really hoped he wasn't blushing as hard as he felt like he was!

Re: Snowplowing my Inbox finding lost treasures again....TT~TT

[cypsiman2.livejournal.com]

"Well, it...it does sound like it would be nice..." Anzu said, working very hard to keep her voice under control. She turned to Granpa Mutou, "Grandpa, do you suppose you can, change the date of the reservation, so that Yuugi and I can get our project done on time?"

"Well, I'll have to call in a few favors," the old man said in an amused tone, "but I think that's something I'll be able to manage. Now go on, get to work on that 'oh so important' project of yours!" Suddenly, a ringing at the door. "And besides which, I have customers it seems!"

[puzzlemasters.livejournal.com]

REALLY?! Really, was she serious? Or just being polite and would find something to come up later so that she'd not be able to make it?

No . . . Anzu wasn't that kind of person. She would have just not brought up rescheduling at all if that were the case.

R-right?

"Right! Project! C'mon, Anzu!" Was he grinning like a loon? And did he really care? Without thinking about it, he snagged Anzu's wrist and headed for the stairs, calling over his shoulder, "Thanks, Grandpa!"

[cypsiman2.livejournal.com]

(OOC: So, what now? I mean, do we do the project, or do we skip to the dinner date?))

OOC

[puzzlemasters.livejournal.com]

Coulda sworn I'd replied to this. *headdesk*

I don't have any particular ideas for the project. It'd be kinda cute to see how they handle each other, knowing they have a date coming up, but either's fine with me.

*gnaws on Inbox*

Re: OOC

[cypsiman2.livejournal.com]

There is that, but personally I think I'd like to skip ahead to the date proper. It just feels like the way to go with this.

Be sure to let me know when you've got the new thread all ready to go!

Re: OOC

[puzzlemasters.livejournal.com]

Here we go! - http://puzzlemasters.livejournal.com/16691.html