Dear Florence - How it all began..
"Bakura! Can you please, you know, for one second, stop destroying stuff and listen to me?" Ryou whined, eying Bakura nervously. The Thief King huffed and stopped whatever his ingenious plan was that involved a 2 by 4 plank of wood, a roll of duct tape and Ryou's white kitten Fluffy.
"What is it, Yadonushi?" He grinned, using the old namesake to wind Ryou up, as he knew it would.
"Bakura, it's come to my attention that you just sit here all day doing nothing, and when you do nothing you start to do.. Scary stuff." Ryou mumbled, edging closer to the Yami to get Fluffy away from him. Bakura simply smirked and cuddled Fluffy closer.
"And what do you suggest I do then, to alleviate my boredom, oh Wise-Ex-Landlord?" Bakura smirked, leaning back with one leg over the other, petting Fluffy in an attempt to look like some kind of James Bond badguy, yet all he looked like was a demented furby petting a kitten.
"Well," Ryou began, wetting his lips with the tip of his tongue. "I thought that this would be a good idea." He paced to the other side of the room where the morning newspaper lay on the coffee table, picked it up and rifled through the pages while pacing back to Bakura before plopping down on the sofa next to him.
Bakura craned his neck to look at the page Ryou was pointing at with his pale fingers.
"You have got to be f-EFF-king kidding me." He swore. Ryou grinned and scooped Fluffy away from Bakura before dancing off into the kitchen.
"'Fraid not, 'Kura! Or should I say, Florence!' Bakura scowled after the whitnette, who was now humming happily in the kitchen while the kettle boiled. Scowling down at the paper again, he threw it away in disgust, leaning further back into the sofa with a sulky, sullen look on his face.
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