Chapter 3- prolix
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prolix-
1. unduly prolonged or drawn out : too long
2. marked by or using an excess of words
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There was a dent in the pillow beside him.
Bakura smiled at the goose feather roll as he smoothed out the cotton cover. The pillow was still warm against his hand.
"You're awake."
"Otogi?" Bakura rolled over to face the dark-haired boy, whose curls were mussed from a night of tousling and turning.
"Yeah. Bakura-kun. Uh... um, I... Bakura-kun." Otogi faltered. He looked down at the pale young boy stretched out on his bed, and he swallowed. Sat down beside Bakura and idly ran a finger through his tangled white hair.
"What."
"You're snappy today," said Otogi. "Shut up and be a good little bed-slave." He blinked. "Um."
Bakura made a face. "You sure have a way with words."
"Sorry, sorry," Otogi said. "Um..."
"Am I really your bed-slave?"
"Huh?" Otogi looked up. "Oh... well, no." He made a face. "Not unless you want to be, that is. I! I- mean, never mind."
Bakura laughed. "So shy," he said. "I mean, you're always wordy when you can't get what you want out of your mouth, but today you seem to be more prolix than usual. I would think that you're... uncomfortable with something."
"Oh!" Otogi blushed. "Well, I must say... you're taking this a lot better than I am."
"Hm?" Bakura looked up innocently. "Taking what?"
Otogi turned a deeper shade of red. "Nothing."
"Are you uncomfortable with me?" asked Bakura. Otogi warily watched as he scooted closer on the bed.
"NO! No- no, I'm not uncomfortable at all, what would you make think that Bakura-kun!" He now resembled a tomato with a spider sitting on the top.
"Is there something wrong?"
"No!"
Bakura sighed. "All right then, Ryuuji-chan. Let me guess. You're just a little uncomfortable because you think that after Kaiba-kun's party last night you were too drunk to know any better and I was too drunk to protest, and we did something indecent last night."
"Wha- oh gez, Bakura-kun I'm really, really, really, really..."
"Shut up. Didn't you hear me say that that's what you thought?"
"Thought..."
Bakura giggled. "Ryuuji-chan, you're just too much fun. Honestly, I can't believe you're as good for games being so bad under pressure as you are."
So if what Bakura was implying...
"DAMNIT, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, BAKURA! IF I EVER DO DECIDE TO SLEEP WITH YOU I'M GOING TO WRITE A DAMN NOTE TO MYSELF ABOUT IT BEFORE I LET YOU DO THIS TO ME AGAIN!"
"You'll decide to sleep with me again?"
Otogi blinked. "Again?"
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A/N: I have absolutely no. Idea. Where. That. Came. From. Don't expect anything like that again in this fic, I really don't like how this turned out funny but I can't seem to fix it either way.