The snow drifted down in large fluffy flakes among the trees, quickly covering their footsteps. Marik's hand was intertwined with Bakura's, their bodies close together trying to shut out the cold. The only living things in sight were a few stubborn crows, their black feathers barely visible against the copper skies. The town had to be close by.
"Should just be over that ridge," Bakura murmured. "There better be room to stay somewhere."
"And if there isn't?" Marik asked. "Will you keep me warm tonight?"
Bakura stared up at the bare branches, smirking. "Like hell I will."
Marik swung him around and kissed him, hard.