[Thankfully(?) it doesn't last more than a few hours. And also probably screwed up Atem's sleep schedule. But he woke up sometime in the afternoon, curled up in a very soft bed. It smelled like gingerbread, it was faint but familiar. He could also hear the soft sounds of tinkering. A small click here, a snap there. That sounded nothing like what his home sounded like, not even on the outside.
Atem finally rolled onto his back, opening his eyes to gaze blearily at a roof he didn't recognize (he had never been in Kaiba's room before). His brows furrowed a bit as he turned his eyes. Where...?]
Kaiba?
[He found the young man seated nearby, working on the Rubik's cube with the usual tools for creating nearby on the table. He was in Kaiba's house? When did he...?]
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Atem finally rolled onto his back, opening his eyes to gaze blearily at a roof he didn't recognize (he had never been in Kaiba's room before). His brows furrowed a bit as he turned his eyes. Where...?]
Kaiba?
[He found the young man seated nearby, working on the Rubik's cube with the usual tools for creating nearby on the table. He was in Kaiba's house? When did he...?]