Hello, readers, did you miss me? Ok, so I'm a fluff addict, but now I'll keep myself away from the melodrama and concentrate on humour and comedy fluff. (this may include eye watering cuteness from Ryou-chan at a later date. I want to enjoy him to myself for a bit more.) I've been on an internet ban (8 bloody weeks) because of my depression, but I'm back! This is written in under 5 mins, a sort of boredom buster. It's not great but it's something... I suppose.
Drip… Drip… Drip again.
Yami looked to the cealing and cringed at the sight of a month old waffle.
Bakura… He thought. That was probably the sixth one in the last week- it seemed that when his Hikari urged him to take more responsibility for himself (ie. Not making him to all the cooking) Bakura took things to extremities.
"BAKURA!"
Said Yami skidded into the doorway with a smoking frying pan, garbed in a bright pink apron.
"Yes, Atemu?"
Yami blanched.
"Why are you wearing a dress?"
"It's not a dress, it's an apron," Bakura stated bluntly.
That makes things worse…
"Dress, Apron… whatever! Ummm… why is there a waffle on the ceiling?"
"Waffle?"
Yami indicated the circular growth above him, "That waffle."
"I thought it was a pancake, they keep burning so I have to flip them quick and… well… They kinda get stuck."
You put waffles in the frying pan?"
awkward pause
"You do realize you've destroyed half my kitchen, Tomb Robber?"
Bakura backed away sheepishly to chop a salad (a relatively risk-free dish) as the pharaoh sighed, fully aware that Ryou would not be in any hurry to take his Yami back- and It was going to be long week.