I'm sorry this is so long overdue, and so very very short but... it's something right?


Bakura sat in front of the telly, sideways in his chair. He sipped his tea, even though it was dead-cold, and proceeded to ignore his fidgeting partner. Marik sat with his back against the chair, on the carpet. They were re-watching episodes of Sherlock and he was knit-picking at all the gay parts, much to Bakura's bemusement.

"You know Bakura, this Halloween we should dress up in Sherlock and Watson cosplay. I'd be Sherlock of course. And you'd be John. Because you are short!" He tilted his head back, but frowned as he noticed Bakura struggling not to crack up.

"Pffftt, you? You a deductive mastermind? I think I'm far better suited to playing the role of the consulting detective. Honestly... You're so daft sometimes, Marik." He smirked.

The Egyptian's blood boiled in his veins and he silently stood and walked to the door. He paused there and turned back to the telly before casting a rueful glance at the albino who undoubtedly would be sleeping where he now lay, tonight. "You know what, Bakura? You're right you are much better suited to play Sherlock. After all, you both don't have any friends, and neither of you are getting laid anytime soon because you're both such GIGANTIC PRICKS! Deduce my ass, Mr. Holmes."

He slammed and locked the bedroom door.

Bakura just blinked and sipped his tea, before grimacing.

"Oh, my tea's gone cold..."