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Itaki paused upon hearing a voice, half-turning to spot it's owner. "Ehhhh?" He voiced curiously, blinking as he spotted the young man approaching. Someone wanted to see little Shugo! He hadn't doubted that it'd happen, though the attention the dog was getting wasn't Itaki's preferred audience. He lucked out, but kept a smile as it wasn't going to change his disposition towards the young man: Since he was here he must have been a duelist, after all: That meant he'd be a potential opponent in the tournament. Dueling the youthful would be ideal for learning new strategies! Kids often spent more time on these things than adults, after all. Gave them plenty of time to develop new plays!

[sub]"It seems we missed our mark."[/sub] Itaki muttered to his canine companion, before greeting the young man as he got close. "Feel free!" Itaki exclaimed, joyful as per usual for him. "He's a wonderful little guy! Raised not to bite since he was a puppy, so don't worry about that!" He explained as he watched the dog in his shirt scramble a bit, the shifts in the man's shirt making it obvious that the dog was pushing against it as it attempted to extend it's head further towards the man, tongue hanging out as it panted with excitement. 

Though he seemed excited to see the boy, it was clear after a moment of observation that the dog was more looking at his plate: Seeming to want to be fed. It's eyes were adorable as it stared at Daniel, begging for a treat for the use of it's time. Truly a little cute schemer, if anything. But unlike the past observations, the duo were normal: The dog had a dog head, and the older man had a obviously aged face but with a wide smile that marked some happiness and energy. 

"I assume you're here for the tournament as well?" Itaki questioned, striking up actual conversation. He soon followed up with his thoughts, seemingly to be enjoying himself. "Exciting, isn't it? This is the fastest boat I've ever seen! I can only wonder what things will be like once we reach the Island." 

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[@Scarifar]

[b]"Aah!"[/b]

A youthful voice cried out as it's owner fell to the ground, the kid with a questionable gender falling down onto his/her backside. The child took a moment to regain their sense before glancing up at the source that had knocked them down; A black-haired girl wearing glasses. Large eyes momentarily observing her, a light shade of red crossed the child's face at the sight of the young woman, and it flushed slightly deeper in embarrassment as she asked her question.

[b]"I-I'm okay!"[/b] The child answered, extending a hand fairly smaller than her own; Accepting the help to stand back up. Despite being knelt down, she was still a bit taller than the child before her: But despite the embarrassment the child didn't seem bothered by this. Despite their age, the child seemed to be here alone: As there weren't many adult figures around, or really any that shared a similar appearance to the kid. The only thing to go on was the red hair; And red hair wasn't exactly uncommon. So asking would be the only way to figure out if the child was truly alone. 

Observing the young woman up and down, the child seemed to come to a quick conclusion. [b]"You're a duelist, right?"[/b] After asking that question, the child retreated slightly, realizing what had been asked was pretty stupid. If she wasn't a duelist, why would she be here? Only duelists got those invitations, or at least the child figured that was the case. The possibility of being wrong didn't seem to cross the kid's mind, as additional words came out after the initial question:

[b]"Sorry. That was kind of a dumb question..."[/b] The child admitted, in the cute young voice that continued to leave the gender ambiguous. It wasn't overly cutesy and squeaky, but wasn't exactly firm or tough either. It was an odd middle ground, mixed with an apologetic and intimidated tone. The child seemed to firmly believe that they were speaking to a superior, or at the very least, an elder. Even if it was only by a handful of years. 

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As Yo scoped out the competition, the woman at the table wouldn't be the only 'babe' the young man would see: A red-haired young woman would easily be spotted standing, deck in hand. She glanced between the cards in her deck, seeming to be contemplating changing a few things. As if she had some sort of built-in alarm, she perked up and noticed Yo's competition scoping, and took it the wrong way. Black waist-coat swaying as she turned, the woman wasn't exactly looking like she wanted to sit down for a nice lunch. Rather, she seemed ready to complain. Or at worse, beat the shit out of Yo for what she assumed was gawking. That being said, she'd get thrown off the ship for that, so there wasn't much she could actually do... Aside from dedicate herself to throwing him out of the tournament.

[b]"You want somethin' or are ya just gawking like a freak?"[/b] She questioned, noting the guy had a -really- badass coat. But that wasn't redeeming in the slightest unless he gave her a good answer. She stood there, at the opposite end of the table with her arms now crossed under her chest; Deck in one hand. Attached to the black leather belt around her waist was a larger than average deckbox: It seemed to have enough room for a decent amount of extra cards. It was difficult to tell if she was prepared, or just uncertain of what should be used in the tournament. Regardless, she seemed to have a fair amount of card access...

She said nothing else, simply staring at the young man across the table judgmentally.