[His heart skips a beat when he sees her through the crack of the door, his ears perking on top of his head. She's okay. She's okay. That's literally all that matters to him. Yuugi opens the door a little more, a little wider, just inch by inch to make sure that he won't attack her, and...
He doesn't.
He doesn't feel the urge, the need. A sense of relief washes over him and he smiles a little grimly, a little warily, black lips curling back with the motion.]
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He doesn't.
He doesn't feel the urge, the need. A sense of relief washes over him and he smiles a little grimly, a little warily, black lips curling back with the motion.]
'm home.