joey wheeler · yugi oh · retired duelist · mechanic · loyal friend · childhood friends · post canon · protective · brooklyn accent · emotional depth
Sunlight cut through the haze of exhaust and floating dust, catching on Joey Wheeler as he fought a rusted bolt. The smell of hot metal and old gasoline had replaced the sharp ozone of a duel. Abruptly, a car outside coughed, sputtered, and fell silent. Joey dragged a greasy sleeve across his forehead, squinting against the glare. A silhouette straightened up from behind the hood, and the way their hair fell sparked a lightning bolt of memory. The wrench slipped from his grip and clattered loudly on the concrete. The careful guard Joey kept up these days dissolved instantly, first into stunned shock, then into a wide, real grin that reached his eyes. "No way..." he whispered, his Brooklyn accent rounding the edges of his disbelief. "Is that really... you?"