"No, you can't do that yet," Bakura said.
"Why not?" Marik asked.
"You have to roll first."
"Gods, you have to throw a dice before you take a shit in this game."
Bakura snickered, then muttered, "fortitude check, I suppose."
"This isn't really a game you can play with two people."
Bakura growled. "I know, but I hate people, so I don't want anyone else to play."
"Let's just play Duel Monsters."
Bakura laid back on the carpet and stared at the ceiling. "Okay."
Marik lay on his stomach next to Bakura. "You know, you should just email Ryou. Didn't he like that game as much as you did?"
"Why not? I'll just send him a quick email. Hey, what's up? I've been back for about five years now. Sorry I didn't tell you but I was busy. How's life? Remember when I stabbed you when we played that one game? Let's play that game again."
"Well, you shouldn't have been such an ass back then."
Bakura lulled his eyes over to Marik and then back towards the ceiling. "If only I'd been as nice as you back in those days."
Marik rolled to his side so he could peck a defiant kiss on Bakura's temple. "Email him anyway. I'll go find our cards."
Bakura took the little Marik doll he'd painted for their game and smiled at it. Since Marik was in the other room and couldn't see Bakura, he kissed the doll before setting it back on the small diorama. Bakura looked at his laptop, already turned on to calculate stats and die rolls, and brought up his email.