AN: I do not own YuGiOh if I did, I think that would be rather scary. I feel sorry for the one who is wanting some liquid warmth.
Marik piped looking at the thief as cute as possible. Currently they were in a little cafe after the insistence of the nearly frozen Egyptian, if he didn't get something warm in his system he would probably freeze to death. Bakura was tempted to stay out longer to make it real, but sadly Marik had dragged the thief to this here cafe, which led to….his current predicament.
"I'm not getting you hot chocolate"
"Aw! You should! Making me walk in the cold that long-"
"I never asked for you to follow" Bakura interupted with a scowl.
"And denying me that stuffed rabbit-" Marik continued as though he didn't hear the thief at all.
"Which was stupid mind you" the spirit interupted again, earning a glare from the blonde.
Bakura leaned back against the cushioned seats, his rusty brown eyes returning the glare. "That's beside the point, Bakura! You owe me a hot chocolate" Marik said loudly, pointing his mitten covered finger accusingly at the thief. Bakura scoffed, crossing his arms and legs at the knee. Sometimes the thief wondered how a male who was taller then himself, could act so childish sometimes, not to mention slightly girly.
"And what do I get in return if I do" the spirit, lifted a brow in question. Marik opened his mouth then frowned, leaning back into his chair to ponder. Bakura waited patiently, watching as people got their drinks, cakes or whatever from the cafe. He even watched the snow fall down slowly on the streets.
"If you do I'll do your laundry" Marik said slowly.
"Your not going near my laundry" Bakura said quickly with a hiss.
"Oh fine…how about I treat you to dinner?"
"If that's your way to get me to go on a date with you, it's not happening"
"What! No!" Marik flushed a deep crimson, waving his hands around at such a thing happening between them, not that it didn't amuse the spirit from the color he saw. Well he gained something. Slowly Bakura got up, leaving the flustered tomb keeper to mumble about some crap he didn't care for. When he returned the spirit placed the hot chocolate in front of the still blushing Marik, who could only gawk at it the moment it put in front of him.