Bakura sat at the kitchen table with his chin propped up with a hand. He sipped coffee from a black, ceramic mug. "Eight more cups and I should be functional."
Marik drank tea instead of coffee. "No you don't. Last time you drank more than one pot, I had to put up with you – very hyper. You should never be hyper; it isn't natural."
"Whatever, Ishtar. You love putting up with me."
"Then you crashed and slept all afternoon."
"What else is an afternoon for?"
"Why can't you just have a normal sleep schedule?"
"Because one robs tombs in the middle of the night and then sleeps when it's hot. You're the one doing it wrong."
"Shut up and drink your coffee. It's too early in the morning to deal with you."