"This," Malik says with a glare and a shiver, "is completely insane." He sneezes again, and pulls his second scarf tighter around his neck. "No sane human," he hisses, "would ever willingly tolerate these conditions."
"Stop being such a whiny bitch." Bakura grins and tugs on Malik's hat. It's lavender, of course, and has a bobble on the top. "A little bit of snow won't kill you."
Obscene gestures really don't work as well when one's hands are completely enclosed in bright pink mittens. "I hate you. A lot." Malik sneezes again. "And this stupid weather. And this stupid country. And everything. I can't feel my nose."
"Oh, cheer up," Bakura says with a smirk. "Come on, let's go throw snowballs at the Pharaoh."
"And then I'll be cold and dead," Malik says with a sniffle. "No thank you. Bastard."
"No you won't." Bakura's fangs glint. "It's a game here. Normal people do it for fun. Yugi will probably even encourage us."
"Snow is awesome," Malik says reverently.