It hit him when Yugi apologized; there was so much to do. So much to prepare. He had no identification- no identity. No clothes, no money, he didn't have anything. Building a life sounded so faraway and unrealistic, and try as he might Yami couldn't wrap his mind fully around it just yet.
He forced himself to focus on just one aspect, just one. Clothes. He wouldn't fit into Yugi's; he was almost a foot taller. He could ask Jounouchi or Honda if he could borrow some possibly, until they solved the problem of money so he could buy his own. Even considering that- where would he live-
More immediate, how would they explain this to Yugi's mother and grandfather? That a stranger who bore a powerful resemblance to their Yugi just suddenly popped into existence? His stomach flipped just thinking about the two of them walking downstairs in matching pajamas and attempting to explain this to Sugoroku. I am a pharaoh several thousand years dead who has been possessing your grandson up until now. Mrrrrm. "...how are we going to tell your family about...this?"
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He forced himself to focus on just one aspect, just one. Clothes. He wouldn't fit into Yugi's; he was almost a foot taller. He could ask Jounouchi or Honda if he could borrow some possibly, until they solved the problem of money so he could buy his own. Even considering that- where would he live-
More immediate, how would they explain this to Yugi's mother and grandfather? That a stranger who bore a powerful resemblance to their Yugi just suddenly popped into existence? His stomach flipped just thinking about the two of them walking downstairs in matching pajamas and attempting to explain this to Sugoroku. I am a pharaoh several thousand years dead who has been possessing your grandson up until now. Mrrrrm. "...how are we going to tell your family about...this?"