Zahra flinches when they're called by Anzu's name, nearly missing a step. Nearly. Filled with irritation—it has been a year, he should really know better by now!—they nearly slam Jounouchi into a wall (gently) (ish) before they take notice of all the differences.
He seemed younger—physically, at least—but the unfamiliar scars on his hands are old, older than what they can possibly account for. Something's wrong here.
"One," they hiss into his ear, "it's Zahra. Two... I have a feeling we have a lot to talk about." Taking a deep breath, Zahra finishes their dance, and practically drags Jounouchi over to the bar/buffet. Barffet? No, that just sounded gross. As they drag him, he may catch sight of the "DUEL KING" embroidered on the back of the jacket, adding even more questions to the pile.
Sighing, Zahra sips from their soda, swirling it in its glass. "Alright. This seems like a good place to start as any." They close their eyes, measure their breathing, and manifest the Eye of Wdjat on their forehead. "Do you recognize this?"
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He seemed younger—physically, at least—but the unfamiliar scars on his hands are old, older than what they can possibly account for. Something's wrong here.
"One," they hiss into his ear, "it's Zahra. Two... I have a feeling we have a lot to talk about." Taking a deep breath, Zahra finishes their dance, and practically drags Jounouchi over to the bar/buffet. Barffet? No, that just sounded gross. As they drag him, he may catch sight of the "DUEL KING" embroidered on the back of the jacket, adding even more questions to the pile.
Sighing, Zahra sips from their soda, swirling it in its glass. "Alright. This seems like a good place to start as any." They close their eyes, measure their breathing, and manifest the Eye of Wdjat on their forehead. "Do you recognize this?"