....At the risk of sounding like a complete fool, this white stuff....this is snow, yes? It's just that I can't recall ever actually seeing any in person, so....I just want to make sure it's not the enemy raining anthrax on us.
[the recorder is unwittingly on, as if someone rolled over onto it. Into the speaker comes Atem's voice, which is small, breathy and quiet, and clearly meant to be intimate]
....i love you.
i love you. i......love you.
......yugi.........i love you.......
[a deep breath of pure bliss, then the PDA is rolled on again, thus ending the post]