Characters: Zetsu, open to anyone else (but knock first! =P)
Setting: Forest Bedroom
Time: Day One, afternoon
Summary: Zetsu claims his
den lair bedroom, and Jonouchi doesn't realize it until he interrupts. In spite of their differences, an unlikely friendship begins to blossom; maybe card games really are a universal language....
He knew his own internal clock well, and it seldom failed him; if he believed it--thrown off by the perpetual sunshine as it was, which was disorienting in and of itself--then he had to have spent at least a day exploring the entire place carefully, complete with a quick stop at the kitchen to get a meal, which had certainly been long overdue. The window, though, held that the sun was still only climbing high overhead..... He supposed it should be amusing, that time spent in a gilded prison should be so interminable. All the clocks in here even matched the outward passage of time, too; it lent itself to thoughts that either this place had some powerful genjutsu over it, that the nature of the place itself was odd in some way, or that his own senses had somehow, though unlikely, been deceived.
Regardless, he was getting tired, so he had retreated to the bedroom he had found the most comfortable and suited to his own tastes. It was a nice place, all greens and browns of the earth and what flora it could support; even the walls seemed to be painted in mimicry of a forested clearing, and the ceiling was like a pristine night sky, though the stars painted upon it formed constellations he had never seen before. The place had a taste of the wild about it--almost enough so to make him a little homesick. He loved the country he'd come from--the people, the animals, the land itself in all its shifting aspects--and even though he had gone rogue a long time ago, it had never seldom felt farther than it did right now. Maybe if he just made the best of things here, he'd get to see it again soon..... Though somehow, he felt that "maybe" was more the operative word than anything else.