[It's a nice try, but Yuya immediately turns his head to glare at England. He lets out a feral-sounding growl, yanking his shoulder away and going into a defensive stance, his arm raised to put his duel disk between himself and the man. At least Odd Eyes Rebellion hasn't stepped in, but who knows how long that will last. It's not like Yuya's completely calling the shots.
The white light in his eyes looks over England again, scanning, reassessing. The dark aura around him doesn't diminish either. But somewhere, a small part of Yuya recognizes him as a familiar face, just like with the rising images of the city. However, it makes no difference in his demeanor-- he's too consumed.]
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The white light in his eyes looks over England again, scanning, reassessing. The dark aura around him doesn't diminish either. But somewhere, a small part of Yuya recognizes him as a familiar face, just like with the rising images of the city. However, it makes no difference in his demeanor-- he's too consumed.]