They stood side by side as they brushed their teeth and applied Kohl to their eyes. Marik shaved, but Bakura never had to.
"You're sexy in the morning." Marik bumped his hip into Bakura's as they worked on their hair.
"Fuck you," Bakura swore as he battled the tangles in his mop of white locks. He hated waking up, hated getting out of bed more so.
Marik turned so he could stare at Bakura and not Bakura's reflection. "No, I mean it. You're sexy as hell when your hair is bed-ravaged. Makes me want to drag you back to our room."
Bakura set the brush down and teased his hair. "Okay."
"Nice try, Bakura, but we still have to go to Rishid's to watch the game."
"Dammit." Bakura picked the brush back up and fought with his hair again. "At least baldly has good taste in beer."