It had been a long day for Bakura. His Ryou needed to spend the morning and well into the afternoon working. After all, someone had to make money to put aside to bail him out. But that also mean that by the time Bakura got a turn to pilot the body, he was physically tired.
He didn't feel like doing much, so he had climbed up to the balcony of their apartment complex, which was in a good neighborhood with little criminal activity. It also sat in the vicinity of the Kaiba Corp. building.
The sun was setting, and Bakura was sitting on the balcony with a bucket of water balloons that he was chucking down on unsuspecting passerby.
What r u doing? Bakura's phone beeped with a chime that signaled a text from Marik.
Watching the sunset. He typed out on the touch screen.
Under him, a strange boy in a white business suit walked under him, talking on the phone in what Bakura guessed to be German. The same person had passed by him earlier that month three or four times. Judging by his tone, his stature and the way he moved, Bakura judged him to be a flamboyant person. As if the pink hair didn't give it away.
With a malicious grin, he picked up the bucket, moving the handle out of the way, and hauled it up to the railing, waiting for the wealthily clad man to pass by. Carefully judging the timing, Bakura leaned the bucket outwards, and then spilled the load of brightly color orbs of latex and water down onto the sidewalk below.
Fluent cursing in German ensued, and Bakura just grinned downward at the guy, snapping a high-definition picture with his smart phone as it chimed again, with a new message from Marik.
The hell you are.
Bakura snickered and sent back a photo of the man he just drenched with water, captioned with:
I know you told me to not throw things from the balcony but that pink haired sucker was passing by. Golden opportunity, I couldn't miss it.