The bedroom looks like a whirlwind has been through. Schoolbooks, puzzles, toys and games of all kinds, and even a sleeping bag are scattered over the floor. Clothes, both clean and dirty, are tossed haphazardly over the bed and desk chair, and tumbling out of dresser drawers. The unmade bed is scattered with stuffed animals, notebook paper, and several empty bags of potato chips.
Standing in the center of the floor, the room's two occupants are locked into a stalemate.
"Please?"
"No." Yami crosses his arms, shakes his head. Defying Yugi's puppy-eyes.
"Yami…" Yugi's tone changes to one of warning, and he glares up at his other half. "You made the mess too! Why shouldn't you clean it? Even Jou is helping out!"
Jou, hoping to avoid involvement in this quarrel, ducks his head and tries to become invisible.
"I'm the Pharaoh," Yami responds, as if that explains everything.
His light is not impressed. "And?"
"The Pharaoh is above such things." Despite being barely taller than Yugi, he somehow manages to look down his nose.
Yugi shrugs. "Then the high-and-mighty Pharaoh will be sleeping on the couch tonight, while I enjoy my nice, clean sheets."
Yami's haughty exterior drops immediately. "No!" He pauses, seemingly having to force the words out. "…I'll help…"
"That's what I thought." Yugi pushes a garbage bag into his dark's hands, and kisses him on the cheek.
Jou snickers.