Chapter 11 Bloopers
I'm Not As Think As You Drunk I Am: Take One
Bakura ignored the manager again as the nervous man cleared the table of their dishes, leaving the wineglasses of course. Bakura watched Isis as she thanked the man and then sipped the last bit of wine from her glass.
The nervous manager hesitated a moment and Bakura looked up at him. Catching the yami's annoyed look, the man quickly moved away. Bakura drank the last bit of his third glass of wine as he watched the man walk away. Then he turned back to Isis, raising an eyebrow as he saw her refilling her wineglass...
For the sixth time.
"This wine good is very..." She stated, smiling absently, seemingly to herself.
Bakura snickered. "Yeah... right... I definitely think that's proof she's had enough..."
I'm Not As Think As You Drunk I Am: Take Two
Bakura ignored the manager again as the nervous man cleared the table of their dishes, leaving the wineglasses of course. Bakura watched Isis as she thanked the man and then sipped the last bit of wine from her glass.
The nervous manager hesitated a moment and Bakura looked up at him. Catching the yami's annoyed look, the man quickly moved away. Bakura drank the last bit of his third glass of wine as he watched the man walk away. Then he turned back to Isis, raising an eyebrow as he saw her refilling her wineglass...
For the sixth time.
"This wine... Very good." She stated, smiling absently, seemingly to herself.
Bakura shook his head. "That's still not quite it..."
Insulting Bakura: Take One
"This is very good wine." She stated, smiling absently, seemingly to herself.
"Apparently so." Bakura mused. "That will be your seventh glass..."
"Will it really?" She asked, her voice and smile turning teasing as she leaned forward, cupping her chin in her hand.
Bakura raised his eyebrow again, studying her carefully. "Don't you think, perhaps... that you've had enough?"
Isis scowled suddenly and straightened her posture. "Listen here you ninny ninny dumb dumb poopy head!"
Bakura burst into laughter. "You got that one from Ryou didn't you?" He managed to choke out through his laughter.
Isis giggled. "Yeah, he told me that one. Just had to see your reaction."
Insulting Bakura: Take Two
"This is very good wine." She stated, smiling absently, seemingly to herself.
"Apparently so." Bakura mused. "That will be your seventh glass..."
"Will it really?" She asked, her voice and smile turning teasing as she leaned forward, cupping her chin in her hand.
Bakura raised his eyebrow again, studying her carefully. "Don't you think, perhaps... that you've had enough?"
Isis scowled suddenly and straightened her posture. "Listen here you macho, chauvinistic, pathetic excuse for a man!" She growled loudly. "I would think that... I would think that... I would know..." She laughed, slumping to lean against the table as she laughed. "I would think that I would know what I'm supposed to say!"
Bakura sighed and pulled out his script, handing it to Isis.
Apologies: Take One
Isis seemed to have finally wound down and sat silently, glaring daggers at Bakura. The white haired yami just sat staring back at her, feeling an odd mixture of sympathy, guilt, pain, and anger. But not anger towards Isis anymore. Anger towards Malik, Mariku... and himself.
*So that's why she's so upset...* he thought to himself.
Finally he just lowered his eyes. "I'm sorry, Isis. I didn't mean anything by it at all."
Isis nodded smugly. "And you very well should be."
"..." Bakura scowled. "That's not right Isis. You're supposed to apologize too."
Isis shrugged. "Well I don't see how reasonable that is. It makes me seem so bipolar..."
Silverscreamer: ~_~() oy...
Where's M & M?: Take One
Isis and Bakura walked down the street in silence for a while. Bakura didn't like the silence. He felt awkward and guilty. So he finally cleared his throat and asked the first thing that he thought of.
"So... Where are Malik and Mariku?"
"RIGHT HERE!!!!" Someone yelled as two figures jumped out of some bushes by the sidewalk in front of them.
"Eep!?" Bakura squeaked and jumped, clutching Isis' arm in fear.
Isis was startled, but it was quickly overrun with amusement at how easily Bakura was frightened. She practically snorted with laughter as she did her best to glare angrily at her brother and his yami who were smirking at the two of them. "I'm so going to get you Malik." Isis laughed.
Malik shook his head and pointed at Mariku. "It was his idea!"
He is a yami: Take One
Looking over at him, Isis smiled slightly. "I should have known better anyway." She looked away again, sighing. "He's crude and mean and untrustworthy. He is yummy after all."
Bakura suddenly slowed to a stop and blinked. "Come again?"
"He is... Oh wait... What did I just say!?" Isis covered her mouth with her hand, trying not to laugh. "Wow... That just jumped right out of there..."
Seto Kaiba!?: Take One
Bakura smiled despite himself. He'd had a lot of fun so far tonight...
Someone walked over and leaned against the bar next to Bakura, elbows propped up on the smooth wooden surface. Bakura barely noticed, ignoring whomever this person was. That is... Until he spoke.
"So..." drawled a familiar voice. "That's why you wanted money, is it?"
Bakura's eyes widened in surprise, even as he turned to face the tall, lean young man standing next to him. "Seto Kai-" Bakura blinked and stared at Yami Yugi. "Wait a second... You aren't supposed to be here..."
Yami looked at him and smirked. "Kaiba was called away to an important meeting and told me that I could have the honor of taunting you."
Silverscreamer sighs and trots to a phone. When Seto answered, the authoress whined into the phone. "Kaaaiiiibaaaaaa... Get your rich behind back to the club!"
What Are You Doing Here?: Take One
"What are you doing here?" Bakura demanded.
Seto shrugged. "I came here to party. See if I couldn't find myself a pretty lady to dance with. Sometimes I've just gotta get away from all my stress. Taking care of Mokuba, running Kaiba Corps. It's all very taxing! No one understands me!"
Bakura raised an eyebrow. "Feel better?"
Seto nodded. "Yeah... Much better... Now let's start the scene over shall we?"
Anger Management Problems: Take One
Bakura just glared at him, knowing that he'd been beaten. Seto apparently saw this defeat and laughed. "I was thinking of leaving when I saw the two of you come in. I just had to stick around and see what was going on. I must say that the two of you make an interesting couple."
In a flash of speed that even Seto Kaiba couldn't have expected, Bakura had the young CEO by the collar of his nice shirt. Seto blinked, startled, as he was jerked down so that Bakura could stare him straight in the face.
Unfortunately, he pulled too hard and Seto toppled forward, crashing into him. Bakura let out a yelp as they tumbled to the floor in a mass of bar stools and flailing limbs. After several minutes of struggling, they managed to right themselves and stood brushing themselves off as though nothing had happened. Grinning sheepishly, Bakura climbed back onto his barstool.
"Let's try this again, shall we?" he chuckled.
Take Your Shirt Off: Take One
Bakura leaned forward, propping his elbows on his legs and allowing his head to hang down as he laughed. It was a way of trying to hide his feeling of slight sickness and exhaustion from having drunk so much. "I don't doubt that you could. But scum like that are undeserving even to be in the presence of a woman such as yourself, let alone be allowed to hit on you." He sighed as his mind wandered back to what Kaiba had said.
There was a long silence as Isis watched him. Then she stretched absently. "Take your pants off." She said.
There was a long silence as Bakura sat perfectly still and Isis' eyes widened, her expression melting into a look of horror at what she'd said. "I didn't mean that! I meant shirt!"
Bakura snickered and Silverscreamer stifled an evil giggle. "I think Isis is saying that she-" Before she could finish, she was hit full in the face with the couch cushion that Bakura had hurled across the room at her.
"Right! Right! I'm sorry! I was just kidding!" The authoress yelped
Take Your Shirt Off: Take Two
Bakura leaned forward, propping his elbows on his legs and allowing his head to hang down as he laughed. It was a way of trying to hide his feeling of slight sickness and exhaustion from having drunk so much. "I don't doubt that you could. But scum like that are undeserving even to be in the presence of a woman such as yourself, let alone be allowed to hit on you." He sighed as his mind wandered back to what Kaiba had said.
There was a long silence as Isis watched him. Then she stretched absently. "Take your shirt off." She said.
"Alright." Bakura said and pulled it up over his head. Tossing it to Isis, he blinked at her annoyed expression. "What?"
Isis sighed and threw his shirt back at him. "You're supposed to be hesitant, baka!"
"Oh... Right..." Bakura muttered as he pulled his shirt back on.
Dance With Me: Take One
Isis took the wineglass from his hand and set it down by hers. "You promised to dance with me at the club, but we missed that chance." She grabbed his hands and pulled him out towards the middle of the room.
"No, I-"
"Yes!" Isis laughed as she yanked on his arms again.
"No!" Bakura yelled back as he jerked her back.
"Yes!" Isis shouted.
"No!" Bakura glared.
"Yes..." Isis' voice had become a low, angry growl that demanded obedience.
"..." Bakura studied her for a moment. "Okay... Maybe just for a few moments.
Isis beamed and pulled him out to the middle of the room.
Silverscreamer: ~_~() Children...
Singing: Take One
"Will you sing for me now?" she asked softly. She seemed to be already half-asleep. "My Phantom?"
I hesitate, then smile. "Alright..." I said as I brushed her hair out of her face. Then I tilted my head back, closed my eyes, and began to sing.
"Sun goes down, I'm just getting up. I'm ready for the city lights! Radio blasting on the way to the club. Gonna rock this town tonight! You're livin' in a man's world, they tell us. But we ain't gonna buy it! The things they're trying to sell us now. 'Cause we're the girls of Rock and Roll! Oooooooo- oo! Yeah we're the girls of Rock and Roll!"
Isis rolled her eyes and climbed to her feet. "Baka!" She yelled as she slammed the living room door after her.
Silverscreamer snickers and trots up to Bakura. "So... You're a girl of rock and roll are you?"
Bakura just glared at her. "I was just trying to be funny..."
Singing: Take One
"Will you sing for me now?" she asked softly. She seemed to be already half-asleep. "My Phantom?"
I hesitate, then smile. "Alright..." I said as I brushed her hair out of her face. Then I tilted my head back, closed my eyes, and began to sing.
"Born from Silence... Silence full of it. Perfect concert my best friend... So much to live for, So much to die for If only, my heart had a home...
Sing what you can't say... Forget what you can't play..."
Isis poked Bakura in the chest. "Um... That's a beautiful song, but that's still not right, you know..."
Bakura nodded. "Oh alright... I'll do it right this time..."
"Much obliged."
And here we throw in something random...
Lines Bakura could have said when he put on Mariku's cape:
1) He grinned, gripping the corners that fasten around the neck. Whipping it out and around over his head, he fastened it in place and then, with a great flourish, he drew in one of the lower corners.
"I am the Terror that flaps in the night!" he declared loudly.
2) He grinned, gripping the corners that fasten around the neck. Whipping it out and around over his head, he fastened it in place and then, with a great flourish, he drew in one of the lower corners.
"I am the fairest of them all!" he declared loudly.
3) He grinned, gripping the corners that fasten around the neck. Whipping it out and around over his head, he fastened it in place and then, with a great flourish, he drew in one of the lower corners.
"I am the Lizard King!" he declared loudly.
4) He grinned, gripping the corners that fasten around the neck. Whipping it out and around over his head, he fastened it in place and then, with a great flourish, he drew in one of the lower corners.
"I am the very model of a cartoon individual!" He sang.
5) He grinned, gripping the corners that fasten around the neck. Whipping it out and around over his head, he fastened it in place and then, with a great flourish, he drew in one of the lower corners.
"I am... So not into this whole cape thing... it restricts my movements too much..." he mumbled absently.
6) He grinned, gripping the corners that fasten around the neck. Whipping it out and around over his head, he fastened it in place and then, with a great flourish, he drew in one of the lower corners.
"I am... Batman!" he declared loudly.
7) He grinned, gripping the corners that fasten around the neck. Whipping it out and around over his head, he fastened it in place and then, with a great flourish, he drew in one of the lower corners.
"I'm Superman!!" he declared loudly and jumped up and down as though trying to fly.
8) He grinned, gripping the corners that fasten around the neck. Whipping it out and around over his head, he fastened it in place and then, with a great flourish, he drew in one of the lower corners.
"I van' to suck your blood!" he declared loudly, attempting a Transylvanian accent.
9) He grinned, gripping the corners that fasten around the neck. Whipping it out and around over his head, he fastened it in place and then, with a great flourish, he drew in one of the lower corners.
"I am... Completely and utterly lost..." he blinked and looked around.
10) He grinned, gripping the corners that fasten around the neck. Whipping it out and around over his head, he fastened it in place and then, with a great flourish, he drew in one of the lower corners.
"I... Have no idea what my line is..."
Heh... Which is exactly why I stuck with the Phantom of the Opera... Besides, that also ties everything together. There's the fact that Bakura and Ryou had been listening to Phantom of the Opera music earlier that day. It causes all the Phantom of the Opera references. And it leads to something important later on in the story. But you'll see that when you get there. *giggles and winks*
I'm Not As Think As You Drunk I Am: Take One
Bakura ignored the manager again as the nervous man cleared the table of their dishes, leaving the wineglasses of course. Bakura watched Isis as she thanked the man and then sipped the last bit of wine from her glass.
The nervous manager hesitated a moment and Bakura looked up at him. Catching the yami's annoyed look, the man quickly moved away. Bakura drank the last bit of his third glass of wine as he watched the man walk away. Then he turned back to Isis, raising an eyebrow as he saw her refilling her wineglass...
For the sixth time.
"This wine good is very..." She stated, smiling absently, seemingly to herself.
Bakura snickered. "Yeah... right... I definitely think that's proof she's had enough..."
I'm Not As Think As You Drunk I Am: Take Two
Bakura ignored the manager again as the nervous man cleared the table of their dishes, leaving the wineglasses of course. Bakura watched Isis as she thanked the man and then sipped the last bit of wine from her glass.
The nervous manager hesitated a moment and Bakura looked up at him. Catching the yami's annoyed look, the man quickly moved away. Bakura drank the last bit of his third glass of wine as he watched the man walk away. Then he turned back to Isis, raising an eyebrow as he saw her refilling her wineglass...
For the sixth time.
"This wine... Very good." She stated, smiling absently, seemingly to herself.
Bakura shook his head. "That's still not quite it..."
Insulting Bakura: Take One
"This is very good wine." She stated, smiling absently, seemingly to herself.
"Apparently so." Bakura mused. "That will be your seventh glass..."
"Will it really?" She asked, her voice and smile turning teasing as she leaned forward, cupping her chin in her hand.
Bakura raised his eyebrow again, studying her carefully. "Don't you think, perhaps... that you've had enough?"
Isis scowled suddenly and straightened her posture. "Listen here you ninny ninny dumb dumb poopy head!"
Bakura burst into laughter. "You got that one from Ryou didn't you?" He managed to choke out through his laughter.
Isis giggled. "Yeah, he told me that one. Just had to see your reaction."
Insulting Bakura: Take Two
"This is very good wine." She stated, smiling absently, seemingly to herself.
"Apparently so." Bakura mused. "That will be your seventh glass..."
"Will it really?" She asked, her voice and smile turning teasing as she leaned forward, cupping her chin in her hand.
Bakura raised his eyebrow again, studying her carefully. "Don't you think, perhaps... that you've had enough?"
Isis scowled suddenly and straightened her posture. "Listen here you macho, chauvinistic, pathetic excuse for a man!" She growled loudly. "I would think that... I would think that... I would know..." She laughed, slumping to lean against the table as she laughed. "I would think that I would know what I'm supposed to say!"
Bakura sighed and pulled out his script, handing it to Isis.
Apologies: Take One
Isis seemed to have finally wound down and sat silently, glaring daggers at Bakura. The white haired yami just sat staring back at her, feeling an odd mixture of sympathy, guilt, pain, and anger. But not anger towards Isis anymore. Anger towards Malik, Mariku... and himself.
*So that's why she's so upset...* he thought to himself.
Finally he just lowered his eyes. "I'm sorry, Isis. I didn't mean anything by it at all."
Isis nodded smugly. "And you very well should be."
"..." Bakura scowled. "That's not right Isis. You're supposed to apologize too."
Isis shrugged. "Well I don't see how reasonable that is. It makes me seem so bipolar..."
Silverscreamer: ~_~() oy...
Where's M & M?: Take One
Isis and Bakura walked down the street in silence for a while. Bakura didn't like the silence. He felt awkward and guilty. So he finally cleared his throat and asked the first thing that he thought of.
"So... Where are Malik and Mariku?"
"RIGHT HERE!!!!" Someone yelled as two figures jumped out of some bushes by the sidewalk in front of them.
"Eep!?" Bakura squeaked and jumped, clutching Isis' arm in fear.
Isis was startled, but it was quickly overrun with amusement at how easily Bakura was frightened. She practically snorted with laughter as she did her best to glare angrily at her brother and his yami who were smirking at the two of them. "I'm so going to get you Malik." Isis laughed.
Malik shook his head and pointed at Mariku. "It was his idea!"
He is a yami: Take One
Looking over at him, Isis smiled slightly. "I should have known better anyway." She looked away again, sighing. "He's crude and mean and untrustworthy. He is yummy after all."
Bakura suddenly slowed to a stop and blinked. "Come again?"
"He is... Oh wait... What did I just say!?" Isis covered her mouth with her hand, trying not to laugh. "Wow... That just jumped right out of there..."
Seto Kaiba!?: Take One
Bakura smiled despite himself. He'd had a lot of fun so far tonight...
Someone walked over and leaned against the bar next to Bakura, elbows propped up on the smooth wooden surface. Bakura barely noticed, ignoring whomever this person was. That is... Until he spoke.
"So..." drawled a familiar voice. "That's why you wanted money, is it?"
Bakura's eyes widened in surprise, even as he turned to face the tall, lean young man standing next to him. "Seto Kai-" Bakura blinked and stared at Yami Yugi. "Wait a second... You aren't supposed to be here..."
Yami looked at him and smirked. "Kaiba was called away to an important meeting and told me that I could have the honor of taunting you."
Silverscreamer sighs and trots to a phone. When Seto answered, the authoress whined into the phone. "Kaaaiiiibaaaaaa... Get your rich behind back to the club!"
What Are You Doing Here?: Take One
"What are you doing here?" Bakura demanded.
Seto shrugged. "I came here to party. See if I couldn't find myself a pretty lady to dance with. Sometimes I've just gotta get away from all my stress. Taking care of Mokuba, running Kaiba Corps. It's all very taxing! No one understands me!"
Bakura raised an eyebrow. "Feel better?"
Seto nodded. "Yeah... Much better... Now let's start the scene over shall we?"
Anger Management Problems: Take One
Bakura just glared at him, knowing that he'd been beaten. Seto apparently saw this defeat and laughed. "I was thinking of leaving when I saw the two of you come in. I just had to stick around and see what was going on. I must say that the two of you make an interesting couple."
In a flash of speed that even Seto Kaiba couldn't have expected, Bakura had the young CEO by the collar of his nice shirt. Seto blinked, startled, as he was jerked down so that Bakura could stare him straight in the face.
Unfortunately, he pulled too hard and Seto toppled forward, crashing into him. Bakura let out a yelp as they tumbled to the floor in a mass of bar stools and flailing limbs. After several minutes of struggling, they managed to right themselves and stood brushing themselves off as though nothing had happened. Grinning sheepishly, Bakura climbed back onto his barstool.
"Let's try this again, shall we?" he chuckled.
Take Your Shirt Off: Take One
Bakura leaned forward, propping his elbows on his legs and allowing his head to hang down as he laughed. It was a way of trying to hide his feeling of slight sickness and exhaustion from having drunk so much. "I don't doubt that you could. But scum like that are undeserving even to be in the presence of a woman such as yourself, let alone be allowed to hit on you." He sighed as his mind wandered back to what Kaiba had said.
There was a long silence as Isis watched him. Then she stretched absently. "Take your pants off." She said.
There was a long silence as Bakura sat perfectly still and Isis' eyes widened, her expression melting into a look of horror at what she'd said. "I didn't mean that! I meant shirt!"
Bakura snickered and Silverscreamer stifled an evil giggle. "I think Isis is saying that she-" Before she could finish, she was hit full in the face with the couch cushion that Bakura had hurled across the room at her.
"Right! Right! I'm sorry! I was just kidding!" The authoress yelped
Take Your Shirt Off: Take Two
Bakura leaned forward, propping his elbows on his legs and allowing his head to hang down as he laughed. It was a way of trying to hide his feeling of slight sickness and exhaustion from having drunk so much. "I don't doubt that you could. But scum like that are undeserving even to be in the presence of a woman such as yourself, let alone be allowed to hit on you." He sighed as his mind wandered back to what Kaiba had said.
There was a long silence as Isis watched him. Then she stretched absently. "Take your shirt off." She said.
"Alright." Bakura said and pulled it up over his head. Tossing it to Isis, he blinked at her annoyed expression. "What?"
Isis sighed and threw his shirt back at him. "You're supposed to be hesitant, baka!"
"Oh... Right..." Bakura muttered as he pulled his shirt back on.
Dance With Me: Take One
Isis took the wineglass from his hand and set it down by hers. "You promised to dance with me at the club, but we missed that chance." She grabbed his hands and pulled him out towards the middle of the room.
"No, I-"
"Yes!" Isis laughed as she yanked on his arms again.
"No!" Bakura yelled back as he jerked her back.
"Yes!" Isis shouted.
"No!" Bakura glared.
"Yes..." Isis' voice had become a low, angry growl that demanded obedience.
"..." Bakura studied her for a moment. "Okay... Maybe just for a few moments.
Isis beamed and pulled him out to the middle of the room.
Silverscreamer: ~_~() Children...
Singing: Take One
"Will you sing for me now?" she asked softly. She seemed to be already half-asleep. "My Phantom?"
I hesitate, then smile. "Alright..." I said as I brushed her hair out of her face. Then I tilted my head back, closed my eyes, and began to sing.
"Sun goes down, I'm just getting up. I'm ready for the city lights! Radio blasting on the way to the club. Gonna rock this town tonight! You're livin' in a man's world, they tell us. But we ain't gonna buy it! The things they're trying to sell us now. 'Cause we're the girls of Rock and Roll! Oooooooo- oo! Yeah we're the girls of Rock and Roll!"
Isis rolled her eyes and climbed to her feet. "Baka!" She yelled as she slammed the living room door after her.
Silverscreamer snickers and trots up to Bakura. "So... You're a girl of rock and roll are you?"
Bakura just glared at her. "I was just trying to be funny..."
Singing: Take One
"Will you sing for me now?" she asked softly. She seemed to be already half-asleep. "My Phantom?"
I hesitate, then smile. "Alright..." I said as I brushed her hair out of her face. Then I tilted my head back, closed my eyes, and began to sing.
"Born from Silence... Silence full of it. Perfect concert my best friend... So much to live for, So much to die for If only, my heart had a home...
Sing what you can't say... Forget what you can't play..."
Isis poked Bakura in the chest. "Um... That's a beautiful song, but that's still not right, you know..."
Bakura nodded. "Oh alright... I'll do it right this time..."
"Much obliged."
And here we throw in something random...
Lines Bakura could have said when he put on Mariku's cape:
1) He grinned, gripping the corners that fasten around the neck. Whipping it out and around over his head, he fastened it in place and then, with a great flourish, he drew in one of the lower corners.
"I am the Terror that flaps in the night!" he declared loudly.
2) He grinned, gripping the corners that fasten around the neck. Whipping it out and around over his head, he fastened it in place and then, with a great flourish, he drew in one of the lower corners.
"I am the fairest of them all!" he declared loudly.
3) He grinned, gripping the corners that fasten around the neck. Whipping it out and around over his head, he fastened it in place and then, with a great flourish, he drew in one of the lower corners.
"I am the Lizard King!" he declared loudly.
4) He grinned, gripping the corners that fasten around the neck. Whipping it out and around over his head, he fastened it in place and then, with a great flourish, he drew in one of the lower corners.
"I am the very model of a cartoon individual!" He sang.
5) He grinned, gripping the corners that fasten around the neck. Whipping it out and around over his head, he fastened it in place and then, with a great flourish, he drew in one of the lower corners.
"I am... So not into this whole cape thing... it restricts my movements too much..." he mumbled absently.
6) He grinned, gripping the corners that fasten around the neck. Whipping it out and around over his head, he fastened it in place and then, with a great flourish, he drew in one of the lower corners.
"I am... Batman!" he declared loudly.
7) He grinned, gripping the corners that fasten around the neck. Whipping it out and around over his head, he fastened it in place and then, with a great flourish, he drew in one of the lower corners.
"I'm Superman!!" he declared loudly and jumped up and down as though trying to fly.
8) He grinned, gripping the corners that fasten around the neck. Whipping it out and around over his head, he fastened it in place and then, with a great flourish, he drew in one of the lower corners.
"I van' to suck your blood!" he declared loudly, attempting a Transylvanian accent.
9) He grinned, gripping the corners that fasten around the neck. Whipping it out and around over his head, he fastened it in place and then, with a great flourish, he drew in one of the lower corners.
"I am... Completely and utterly lost..." he blinked and looked around.
10) He grinned, gripping the corners that fasten around the neck. Whipping it out and around over his head, he fastened it in place and then, with a great flourish, he drew in one of the lower corners.
"I... Have no idea what my line is..."
Heh... Which is exactly why I stuck with the Phantom of the Opera... Besides, that also ties everything together. There's the fact that Bakura and Ryou had been listening to Phantom of the Opera music earlier that day. It causes all the Phantom of the Opera references. And it leads to something important later on in the story. But you'll see that when you get there. *giggles and winks*