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The rug in front of the fireplace is fast becoming his favorite few square feet of the bar. Perhaps it has something to do with the heat, or the warm tint the flames give everything nearby, but in any case, Yami is stretched out there on his back, arms folded behind his head, the firelight lining his skin in shades of gold. At first glance he might seem asleep, but his eyes are slitted open, glinting faintly crimson.

Yugi is there too, always, the living light of his soul draped warm over the pharaoh's thoughts. Disturb one or both at will.