***Marik and Bakura at the grocery store was another suggestion by AngelRosemary.***
"Garlic, onions, ginger, lemongrass, carrots, spinach, watercress, lettuce, chickpeas, chicken, lamb . . ." Bakura's voice droned in a bored tone as he read their shopping list.
They stood close together to avoid the market crowd. Bakura particularly kept his eyes trained on his phone so he didn't have to think about how many people surrounded them. Living alone in the desert all his former life, the idea of hordes of people bothered Bakura - to the point of anxiety if he didn't keep his mind occupied on something else.
Marik winced. "Do you even feel like cooking any of that today?"
Bakura frowned at his phone screen. "No."
They both stared at the empty basket and then each other.
Marik smirked. "So . . . you want to just goof around all day, go out for dinner, and worry about shopping tomorrow?"
Bakura shoved his phone back in his pocket. "Let's get the hell out of here."
Their hands bumped against each other as they turned to go. For a second they allowed their fingers to brush against each other, a secret gesture they often did in public to spite the society that didn't allow them to hold hands.