"Make-up." Marik sighed.
Bakura smirked. "Yup."
"I can't believe she's wearing make-up now."
"Well, Bastet is a teenager. Teenagers wear make-up."
Marik crossed his arms over his chest. "And when, exactly, did that happen? I swear she was six only a month ago."
Bakura chuckled. "I know."
"It's crazy."
Bakura's face grew a little more serious.
Marik noticed. "What?"
Bakura shook his head. "Nothing."
Mau started rubbing against his ankles as if she sensed Bakura's change in mood as well.
"See?" Marik gestured to the cat. "Even Mau has you figured out."
Bakura looked down at the cat and sighed, picking her up and scratching below her throat. "Did you notice? She called me Bakura."
"Oh. That sucks." For once, Marik wasn't mocking.
"On the bright side," Bakura's trademarked grin appeared on his face, "she can't possibly get into half the shit you did at her age."
***In Marik's defense, it was only a month ago.***