Day 8: Casteshipping (Atem/Thief King) - "It's cold!"
(We're going to skip the Very Significant Character Development needed for these two to even be friends. lol)
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"Why the crap do we live here?"
"Because it's close to our partners."
"Why the crap do they live here, then?"
Atem just chuckled helplessly. "Because it's nice in the summertime?"
Bakura grumbled and shoved his hands deeper into his pockets. "I miss Egypt. We didn't have to freeze our balls off just to get to the market… store… whatever." Bakura sneezed, and did his best to wipe his nose on his shoulder to avoid taking his hands out of their little pockets of relative warmth. "It's cold as ass out here."
Atem side-eyed Bakura as he used his hoodie as a tissue. "Charming." Then he shrugged. "It's cold enough, but you're the one who decided a sweater was enough to wear."
"You might be fine looking like a marshmallow, but I want to be able to actually move my arms properly."
Atem barely resisted rolling his eyes. "You have the oddest sense of priorities."
"Says the man who insisted on going to the store for a fucking booster pack in the middle of the fucking ice age."
Atem chuckled and shook his head. "It's hardly an ice age. If you'd worn proper clothes this wouldn't be a problem." Despite his chiding, he reached up and unwound the scarf from his neck. "Here. Maybe this will help at least a little." He looped the scarf loosely around Bakura's neck, who was quick to tuck it firmly to his skin. He closed his eyes in apparent bliss, before remembering himself and shooting a half-hearted glare at Atem.
"Still should have killed you when I had the chance."
"You'll learn to live with the regret."
"Oh, fuck off."