(kimihiro listens attentively, although of course, there isn't much he can say about it. new things sprout of out nothingness, appearing at random... it's not exactly a dimension he has ever visited or heard of from the others... but a simulation? well. judging by the technology around the boy, it makes sense he'd think that way. what is reality but what you perceive of it?)

Due to my circumstances, I doubt that it's one. (his shop can't even be seen by anyone other than costumers and those who actually have business in it. he can't leave. his access to technology is a laptop, a tv and a means of communication with the one person who visits him as of now. he can't leave and can barely be found on a good day. how would anyone reach him for this in the first place?

he's not going to lie, though. there would be a small relief in knowing it is just one and he's still at the shop.)

I'm just a shop owner. (and for now kaiba gets none of the rest, because really, he doesn't want to get annoyed yet again. kaiba already made his suspicions clear with "it's not real" and kimihiro already feels the resistance of accepting the unacceptable. baby steps.

kimihiro simply sighs, patting himself for a lighter or anything that could produce fire so he could inhale some smoke.)

My name is Watanuki. (written like april first, but kaiba would have to care about it to think about it.) How many people are here, Kaiba?

(no honorifics. kimihiro is definitely older than this pain in the ass, and he doesn't want to get comfortable with the other.)