"Yeah, is that a problem?" Momiji asked, attention held on Bakura. He hoped not, he had just talked to the school about enrolling. He'd feel bad if he had to go back and drop out.

Turning to Matsuka he shook his head and smiled. "No, thank you. I'm not thirsty." And he'd never had too much of a taste for coffee anyway. Everyone he knew made it too bitter. Momiji much preferred sweet drinks.