***Supersteffy suggested more sections with Rishid. I hope this is okay. His character is hard to write because I think he's a really complex character, but he's so subtle that it's hard to show it.***
The first time Marik dragged Bakura over to Rishid's apartment, Bakura wondered if Rishid realized he no longer lived in a tomb. His furniture consisted of a pallet to sleep on, and a stool for everything else. Afterward, it became Marik's personal mission to get Rishid to a furniture store any chance he could. Decades later, the apartment looked lived in, not just occupied by a squatter. The kitchen had a table and chairs. The single bedroom had a bed and wardrobe, and the living room had a sofa, a few chairs, a bookshelf, and an enormous television mounted on the wall - that Bakura had talked Rishid into buying so they could watch sports on something better than the old CRT television Rishid first purchased. Save for the t.v, nothing in Rishid's place looked fancy, but everything was practical and comfortable.
Marik and Gwen stayed in the kitchen making tea and engaging in a heated discussion over a book they'd both recently read. It was the second time Bakura and Marik met Rishid's mystery fiancée. Whatever fears Rishid may have had about introducing her to Marik, he should have known that they were unfounded based on the fact that the two read all the same books, and, therefore, had no choice but to get along.
Bakura smirked, glancing at Rishid. "I'm just going to say it - I didn't expect you to bring home a white girlfriend." She was a small, thin-framed, fair thing originally from Wales that preferred skirts over dresses.
"I could say the same to Marik."
"Ha ha. Funny. Only, this wasn't my original body so it doesn't count." Bakura snorted, crossing his arms over his chest. "How did you meet, anyway?"
"She works at the museum. She was interested in my face."
"Yes, I suppose that's why people start dating."
Rishid gave Bakura a look that would have been neutral on anyone else, but on Rishid was the equivalent to an eye-roll. "She can read hieratic. She was curious. Our relationship started as academic and fell into place from there." Rishid settled on a movie and placed the remote down. "I'm not sure when late-night discussions on anthropology became dates."
"It really does sneak up on you," Bakura agreed with a facetious grin. "One day you're plotting vengeance, and the next, you're arguing over who's going to get up and turn off the bedroom light because you're both too comfortable."
***Yes! I'm now done writing drabbles! I have the last three written already. So - sick - of -drabbles, aaaarg!***