AN: A drabble written in 300 words exactly. I do not own any of the characters in fact, if I did it would be disastrous. I feel sorry for the one who is annoyed but then again, it brings me slight entertainment.
"About that soup..."
Marik grinned, watching as Bakura's eyes narrowed at the tomb keeper. It wasn't unusual that the blonde would somehow get into his house and find the ex-thief doing something that wasn't common. Such as cooking a delicious bowl of soup for himself and the sinus filled landlord upstairs.
"Your not getting any" the ex thief growled back, returning to the task of moving the soup around the pot so the veggies and meat could be cooked all correctly.
"No fair!" Marik whined out, a pout appearing on his tanned face. Bakura ignored him as he lifted the spoon, placing it on a towel and covered the pot with an overly large lid that was too big for the pot itself.
"Are you done being annoying?" he hissed, turning to face the thief with crossed arms.
"Nope!" Marik said too cheerfully with a grin.
The thief inwardly groaned for once again he had an annoying tomb keeper being a pest again.