steak

Bakura slammed the door behind him and strode across the room and sat opposite his evil parter in crime at a small table. He pulled a brown wooden chair out and sat down, grabbing the food from his plate with his hands and shoving as much in his mouth as he could. Bakura wasn’t one for manners. Especially when there was food about.

“Bakura. Slow down you’re going to give yourself heartburn!” said Marik, Bakura’s blonde Egyptian friend who was eating his food nicely with a fork. But not a knife, because Ishizu had never taught him to use one and his father was too insane to use one himself. As for Odion, well.. Gummy bears don’t need to be picked up with forks, but that’s enough about that.

“Quiet Marik, I’m eating” spat Bakura, pieces of rare steak flying out of his mouth and onto Marik’s plate with every syllable he uttered. Marik pushed his plate away quietly. He didn’t not want Bakura’s spit inside of him, whatever people thought, he really didn’t.

“Could you at least not talk when you are eating, fluffy? I mean COME ON this is the third night in a row you’ve spat your steak all over my dinner.”

“At least it’s keeping you skinny” laughed Bakura. “We wouldn’t want you to get fat now, would we Marik?” Marik looked down for a second as millions of images of himself the size of an elephant flashed before his eyes.

“No. I suppose we wouldn’t. Plus if I did get fat I wouldn’t be able to wear this lovely purple shirt that makes me look all kinds of sexy!”

“That it does.” agreed Bakura, finishing his steak and pushing his plate forward to meet Marik’s in the middle of the table. “Not that I find you sexy, of course, but girls do… probably.”

At this, Marik foud himself blushing and decided to hide it by grabbing their plates and flouncing over to the sink of their small apartment. Bakura said it wasn’t ‘living together‘, it was ‘living in this place because we need somewhere closer than Egypt for council meetings and from here he can see into Yuugi Mouto’s bedroom’ Marik wasn’t exactly sure why he’d want to see into Yuugi’s bedroom, but he went with it because it was somewhere to live that wasn’t with Ishizu and had internet access courtesy of the people living below who were too retarded to put a password on their wi-fi.