"Ryou! Wait! Don't! Please!" Bakura pleaded, tugging painfully on the ends of his own hair, his expression a mask of despair.
Ryou turned around, shaking his head in shame. "It's too late!" Bakura was the only one to blame.
Bakura's voice became high and shrill, giving Ryou the most convincing puppy-eyes he could muster. "It isn't! It isn't too late!" He mooshed his face up against the glass, clawing at it helplessly. "But I neeeeeed itttt!" Ryou knew Bakura was all bluster.
"I told you to check before you gave it to me! You forgot again, didn't you?" Ryou sighed, throwing his arms in the air, there was no use in lying. They went through this every single time. Oh god, was he crying?
"I heard you, I just didn't listen!" He nearly wept, his eyes spinning with the motion of the machine. "My babies are in there, Ryou. MY BABIES." He looked back at him sorrowfully, Ryou didn't understand.
Ryou let loose another sigh. Really, did he have to be so dramatic? "What did you have in there?" The boy asked, though his tone suggested he didn't really care all that much. He was quite sure he didn't want to know.
Bakura stared at him soundlessly for long moments, his mouth agape Yep, Bakura was thought processing alright. "Some..uh..Trading cards, my wallet, some condoms -"
"Okay! Okay that enough! -"
"Paperclip..some loose change..matches, pocketknife, that little stuffed rabbit plushie you like so much...-"
"Fluffy!" Ryou wailed, his eyes suddenly wide with horror. There was no way to get that door open!
"Some candy bars, your father's unpublished memoirs -"
"I NEVER SHOULD HAVE BOUGHT YOU THOSE CARGO PANTS!"
"A packet of ketchup, some batteries, a spare razor..."