[He takes it. His own nails are a rusty dried-blood color, they're claws when they're allowed to grow, but he's kept them trimmed neatly. The other Yugi deftly avoids hers as he puts his palm in Riley's, and pulls himself out from under the table.
He's got a big, clunky necklace on, an insanely flashy statement piece, which proves that Ryslig's got a very soft magic system that lets the other Yugi carry his clothes and anything that was on him at the time along with him in a travel form.
Give him a second to brush himself off and un-floor-wrinkle his clothes. This whole thing has been an experience. But at least he didn't end up eaten by a wild animal! That would have been embarrassing.]
Thank you.
[For the hand up, and for the advice, and for building him a table cave.]
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He's got a big, clunky necklace on, an insanely flashy statement piece, which proves that Ryslig's got a very soft magic system that lets the other Yugi carry his clothes and anything that was on him at the time along with him in a travel form.
Give him a second to brush himself off and un-floor-wrinkle his clothes. This whole thing has been an experience. But at least he didn't end up eaten by a wild animal! That would have been embarrassing.]
Thank you.
[For the hand up, and for the advice, and for building him a table cave.]