Change of Weather - Thiefshipping
It was now a common occurrence to Bakura to find the sandy blonde laying back on the wood floor, groaning and complaining about natures change. If it wasn't the cold of winter it was now the beginnings of the humid summer. The thief rolled his eyes as he began his normal routine, walking over the blonde to get to his breakfast.
"Urgh, Japan has such weird weather" Malik huffed, rolling onto his side.
Bakura gave a light shrug of his shoulders not really caring as he started to make ramen and cracking open an egg to join the mix.
"Malik, if you insist on complaining about the 'horrible' weather of Japan, why not go back to Egypt?" the thief asks, his tone annoyed.
Silence answered him for a moment under the hush of the fan and the sounds of cars passing by. Malik sat up slowly, turning his head to gaze at the thief then gave a shrug.
"I enjoy being around you"
"Hn"
