( week 1 ) monday morning, kaiba

[wristbands]

[chie has always woken up at the crack of dawn to get in a morning run; it's a habit that hasn't changed, even after her arrival at the motel. it's strange, really, to be doing something as innocuous as this in the situation the temporary residents of yuggoth have found themselves in. but at the same time, it's... a coping mechanism. she just doesn't know any other way, doesn't know how to deal with this otherwise.

in a clearing by the hunting lodge, she sits on a slightly rotted stump as she awaits her sparring partner. when he approaches, she stands up and folds her hands behind her back.]

You know, I don't think we ever introduced ourselves properly. It's not like we don't know each other's names, but... there's just something about actually exchanging that kind of thing on our own terms, right?

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[crushcard]

[ She's early, and it's a good thing - he likes that in a prospective opponent, and while he doesn't really like people in general, he can at least scrounge up grudging respect for someone who actually deserves it.

And this tiny slip of a girl, a foot shorter than him, is at least making a better impression than half the residents in this place.

He has no idea how this... dimension has managed to acquire some of his clothing from back home, but he can't say that he's not thankful for it. So when he approaches Chie by the hunting lodge, he sheds his purple coat, folding it neatly and draping it over his his arm for now.

She'll also get a rare grin from him that isn't just a sardonic or mocking sneer. Be proud, Chie. ]

The profile cards? Tell me, is your cooking really that atrocious?

[ He'll cross over to the stump to at least put his coat down somewhere where it can't be dirtied. ]

Kaiba Seto. I run a multibillion gaming corporation in my home word. [ That's one thing not on the cards at least. ]