Disclaimer: Indulging in my absolutely guiltiest fandom here. Love the characters, hate the game.
A/N Could be bribed into making this a series of ficlets...
"A werewolf." Anzu looked at her boyfriend.
"With fur and howling at the full moon?"
“Not so much with howling at the moon, but howling at locking myself in.”
And this was supposed to be a normal relationship.
Oz took the silence of the normally chatty girl as sign of disproval, or disbelief. “It doesn’t really change much—”
“No, no, I’m fine, really…” Anzu suddenly laughed and gave Oz a rictus grin. “I really haven’t let you hang around the rest of the gang at Duel Monster Tournaments, have I? Let me tell you a story about Egypt…”