If it helps you to feel better, Yuugi and his friends usually can't tell it's me, either. Being able to imitate him somewhat successfully is one of the perks of cohabitating for as long as we have.

[He can tell that Marik is thinking something stupid, but he decides it's best not to ask. Any fool could tell that such a reaction has more to do with personality than genetics, but letting him believe it could still be a leverage at some point.]


Beats me. Just as I don't know how I got here. My best guess so far is that this is some kind of Dark Game.

[Probably not a Shadow Game, but there's still too much game-based things here for him to not lean in that direction. The ghastly decides it's time to float over and give his 'trainer' a headbutt before hovering over his shoulder. Bakura reaches up and absentmindedly pats it.]

Good work, there.