Bakura stood naked in front of the mirror and stared at the little bump of his stomach as Marik dried his hair.
"This . . . is new." He patted his belly and frowned. It was only an inch of belly fat, but the way Bakura stood, one would think he was measuring his baby bump.
Marik snorted. "Well, I'm sorry Mr. Legendary Thief King that thinks he's immune to all things mortal, but you're in your thirties, you don't exercise, and you eat like shit."
Marik could see Bakura's reflection scowling. "Maybe I should start jogging with you in the mornings."
"If you want." Marik dropped his towel into the clothes hamper and walked up behind Bakura, wrapping his arms around Bakura. "But I think it's kinda sexy. I like to kiss your belly."
"You'll like to kiss it when it's flat again."
"Either way."
Bakura gave up on the mirror and searched for something to wear. "You know, it wasn't suppose to be like this. Legends aren't suppose to live long enough to see their metabolisms slow down. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be here and then I wouldn't have to wake up in the mornings to go jogging."
"Well, no one said life was easy, Kura." Marik laughed. "But I am glad you decided to change your plans for my convenience."