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</div>Dream Field Arena - Duelist Waiting Room, New Domino City<br/><br/>"Ah, General Gantala?" He spoke as though he was making his acquaintance with the card playfully. His golden eyes meeting the spread trio as he humbly nodded. He'd play along with her introduction for the card with as he did his best not to patronize her. It was unbelievably cute the way she introduced her own trio as though it made it's own decisions, as though it had agency. Overwhelmingly cute. Ties in Kaden's heart would twist about as he avoided eye contact with a sly smile. The urge to shove her into a box to take her home to play with had been way too hard to stave off. Whatever that woman really did to him didn't matter, he knew he was a predator now as he spurned the idea to just capture her now in the manner that it would rob him of the hunt. Rob him of the cat and mouse play.<br/><br/>He somehow knew what he was craving needed substance. Would carrying out this ploy successfully and turning the adorable Yuki into a savagely used victim cure these strange needs of his? Or would it only serve to quench them momentarily? As he didn't feel that heart-sinking sensation he used to when he thought about something awful, Kaden was beginning to piece together the fact that he was completely without remorse or the ability to feel guilt. Normal humans felt guilty for wanting to take what wasn't theirs, unfairly, from the feeble. Right? And yet, he was losing the normal human script to the point that he wasn't even sure anymore. Was it wise to forget the hardships that had once humanized him?<br/><br/>Well, things were better now. At least he could choose to lie, as opposed to being incapable of co-operating socially. That was the old Kaden, the weak Kaden. He found his confidence as his golden eyes returned to her cute face. "Yuki, I hope we get to duel in the tournament too." He stated this almost as if he was rejoining a conversation as opposed to stringing it in after a coherent moment. Almost like he were a video cassette tape that was popped as it was halfway through some other scene. Thankfully, he managed to mix this line in at a moment that it wouldn't be unbearably random. That was purely chance, however. Kaden really lost himself in thought just before that moment. He had a neat void of nothing in his heart that he could just ponder deeply about while staring into it.<br/><br/>Potentially, if he didn't learn to keep himself in-check, he'd go and fail to return to the social world. He could mummify on the spot as he appeased his own desire to stare into that endless void. In any case, he gathered his cards together and shuffled them casually. As the part of him that was always disruptive and corrupted by grief as obviously sliced from his core, it was good to note that he'd retained the skill to shuffle fast without damaging or losing cards to the floor. This was more reassuring as it probably meant that the critical thinking skills he's gathered were also intact. "Don't forget to let me cut from the top of your deck. Otherwise, you might have a trick up your sleeve." He teased, this time. While his voice made it  obvious that he wasn't being serious, he knew he wouldn't want to be caught with his pants down if this unassuming cutie was secretly some sort of master of illusions. A practitioner of "magic", like street performers that deceive their audience with quick hands and skillful fingers.<br/><br/>He set his deck before her as he pulled together a pleasant smile. His intensity was a product of how little he really knew of how to socialize normally. However, with his instincts served raw with his soul plucked from the dish, the normally socially awkward features would be imaginably tantalizing. He was unaware that he'd be acting slightly differently than other moderately well-dressed men who were fit and attractive. Before he'd drop his gaze to her cards in anticipation for the moment he'd split her deck for her, he pondered on whether or not he was less modest or more vain with these strange new instincts.