"What's that?" Marik asked.
"A box."
"Amazing," Marik said with an ironic tone. "What's in the box?"
"Stuff Ryou sent from Japan." Bakura opened the box with his switch blade.
Marik peeked inside. "This is almost all junk food."
Bakura ripped open a box of pocky and stuck one in his mouth. "You try living in his head as long as I did and see if you don't miss cupped ramen and everything filled with red bean paste."
"If you get fat, I'll laugh at you."
"You'd fuck me anyway."
"What makes you so sure?"
Bakura waved Marik off with a brush of his hand. "You love this ass at any size."
Marik grinned. "You know, that could be taken more than one way."
"Take it any way you like."
Marik knelt on the floor. "So are you going to share?"
Bakura stuck another stick of pocky in his mouth and leaned back. Marik crawled towards him and bit the other half.