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WHO: Bakura and Momiji (And open to anyone else on the 10th floor, really)
WHERE: Hell Towers 10th!
WHEN: Friday Evening after this chat
SUMMARY: Bakura invites Momiji over to cheer him up. Hugs, video games and holy shit would you look at that shark.
FORMAT: Para

There were somethings that overrode Bakura's self consciousness, and cheering up a friend was one. He hadn't given up trying to cover his hair, this time attempting to have a bandana wrapped around a bunch of it, tying it back and more out of sight than normal.

Of course, the horrible blond dye job was still painfully visible, especially in his bangs, but at least it wasn't so frizzy today! Letting it soak in leave in conditioner had undone most of the damage that attempting to wash the dye out had done to it.

But even if his wrecked hair was embarrassing, Momiji's needs were far more important than something as silly as that. So he was going to (try to) not worry about it.

And the bandana helped keep his hair out of his cooking. With luck, the anpan he was making would still be warm when Momiji arrived!

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The expression on his face clearly showed Momiji was both surprised and amused by Bakura's enthusiasm. "A game then. You think it's fun right?" He got that impression by the look on Bakura's face.

"Someone came here from a game? Ne, that's strange." He had been told people from movies had showed up here, but he still found it weird.

"Not as strange as having people here who were in movies!" Bakura grinned, thinking the same exact thing. "It's like all these things that we thought were fiction were really just someone having seen into another world and written it all down!"

"And it's a really fun game! My favorite, really! Though Monster World is more fun than D&D, which is why the TRPG is a mix of those two systems, only in Monster World style with the board and figures and everything!"

"So strange." Momiji commented. Latching onto that train of thought, his eyes widened. "I wonder if some where, stories about our worlds exist."

Momiji went for the smile and nod. It's not that he didn't care, Momiji always found it nice to see his friends excited. He just didn't have much of a clue as to what Bakura was really talking about. "You must play it a lot, if its your favorite. Do a lot of people play with you?"

Oh awkward topic. "Aaa.. there.. there was an anime of mine, before I got here," Bakura rubbed the back of his neck a little before moving on to a less... weird topic.

"Un! When we can get games together!" he laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. "The one session we had, there were almost 15 people who played! It was amazing!"

Was it possible for Momiji's eyes to get any wider? "That's so weird. People could see your life played out on TV." It was definitely something he'd have to think about later. Going to the next topic was better than this mind breaking territory.

"You have a lot of friends to play with. It must be a really great time to get that many people to come." The largest games Momiji had ever been in were the few times he'd played badminton with Tohru's friends. That wasn't even ten people. If someone had that many friends willing to play with them, he must really be popular.

Bakura was more than happy to let that first subject drop. Creepy fangirls were even worse when they KNEW you...

His smile grew a touch sadder as he nodded. There were friends who had been at that first campaign that still hadn't Ported back in. "Un, it was amazing. Maybe someday we'll do it again."

Momiji noted the slight drop in excitement. "I'm sure you'll get to. I bet there's a lot of people in this city who'd like to play games with you."

Straightening up from his position of play with the little cat, he stretched and grinned. "So Boss, what's this I hear about sharks?"

Bakura nearly sighed at the nickname again. "Aaa~aaa, Momiji-kuun! If you keep calling me that I won't tell you!"

Momiji made a displeased noise, and pouted. "Fine, fine. No more calling you Boss today. I promise." Though he liked his nickname for Bakura, the promise of seeing an actual shark was a tad more exciting then the older boy's reactions.

Well, that was a partial victory! He'd take it.

"Good," he smiled. "Once the anpan are out of the--"

And as if being spoken of triggered it, the timer on the counter dinged loudly, causing Pelor to give a loud "Mrow!" in echo.

Even the most spoiled cat could be helpful at keeping her scatter brained human from forgetting important things.

"Aa!" Bakura exclaimed, busying over to the oven. A quick peek inside showed that yes, the buns looked nice and done and in short order the pans were out of the over and on trivets on the counter to cool.

"Now we can go see it!"

Momiji giggled at the cat's response and smiled widely at the affirmation. "Great! I've never seen a shark before. Except on TV but that doesn't count. I can't believe someone keeps one in this building!"

Bakura untied his apron, carefully hanging it up on a hook before heading for the door. "Hiruma-kun's pretty intense, I don't know anyone else who would have a pet shark that would have one anywhere!"

"Yeah, its wild." Momiji said, following behind Bakura. "I wouldn't even think of something like that as a pet." Not Momiji had ever really tried to get a pet. "He must be into exotic things."

"Neither would I! And I think he got it mostly because he could. Hiruma-kun is the type to do things like that. And he and sharks have a lot in common, really," Bakura smiled.

Like teeth.

The Mancave was just a little down the hall from Bakura's apartment. The room itself was huge, with its own kitchen, an arcade, various game tables, couches, a giant screen TV and a tank that took up an entire wall that held the aforementioned shark.

Momiji raised an eyebrow. What could someone possibly have in common with a shark? He could understand liking sharks, but being like them? Odd.

Any comment he would have made about that strange statement was immediately stopped when they entered the room. His first instinct was to dart over to the tank and generally act like a four year old at the aquarium, but he refrained and instead let out a little 'aaaa' of excitement. "Wow, this place is amazing! So big and its got everything!"

Bakura grinned at the reaction. "It really is! Hiruma-kun went all out when he built it!"

Of course, Bakura's favorite parts were the jumbo kitchen and the arcade. But the entire thing was great.

He flopped down on the couch, watching Momiji with a fond smile. It was good to see him happy like this. It was a good distraction from everything.

"Ohh, wow. Look at this thing." Momiji was unable to hold it in anymore and bounded over to the tank. He stared at the shark with a completely intense look. This was better than the time he got to play with fire crackers. "It's big." Well, it was smaller than the sharks on TV, but much bigger than any fish he was used to.

If Momiji had the prompting to vocalize such things, he be expressing how glad he was for the people he'd met here. So many of them had tried to cheer him up today. It was heart warming. He'd have to do something special for all of them, to show his gratitude.

"Does the shark have a name?"

That got Bakura to blink. "... I'm not actually sure!" he realized. "I never asked!"

"Oh." Not a problem to Momiji. The shark would be mentally dubbed The Shark, until he found out its name. "You know it's not scary looking as I would have thought. It's almost cute." He continued to stare and occasionally make faces at the creature until he grew tired of that and bounced back over to Bakura.

Settling himself on the couch, he gave the place another glance over. "Are you allowed to come in here whenever you want?"

Somehow it wasn't a surprise at all that Momiji thought the shark was cute.

"Yup!" Bakura looked over with a smile before pulling Momiji into a half hug as promised. "He sometimes rents it out, but mostly just to people on the top two floors, since it's our hangout!"

Momiji blinked at the sudden hug, but accepted it gratefully. He didn't bother to ask what it was for, he was about 99% sure he knew. He pulled back from it, but sticking close to Bakura's side. "Thanks."

"That's really nice of him."

Welcome to the hugging club, Momiji. You're half adopted now!

"Un. He really takes care of us, especially considering how cheep the rent is!"

There were definite perks to being friends with Hiruma. One of them being that you weren't enemies with Hiruma. This was a very important thing.

Momiji would not protest entrance into this particular club. Getting a hug was a a special thing to him, what with the curse. Any opportunity for a little innocent physical affection was treasure by him.

"He owns the whole building? So he's the landlord."

You will find the other members of the club from similar situations, though not because of curses, but from previous lacks of people to give the hugs.

"Un," Bakura nodded. "Though it's a little weird to think of him like that!" he laughed.

Which Momiji would find terribly sad. At least the people in his life had an excuse not to touch him.

"Because he's one of your friends right?" Momiji could see how it'd be weird to had a pal as a landlord. "So he's the one who put in the big TV too." While he'd never seen much point in television, even Momiji had to show some appreciation for a screen that large.

Bakura nodded. "Un. I think the TV was the reason he made the room!" he laughed. "Something that big for watching football on. It's almost a bit hard to watch, it's so big!"

"Wahh, really?" An entire room build around a TV? Well that was something. "You'd fell just like you were sitting on the side lines with a picture this big."

"I really think so! Since that wouldn't fit in his apartment too well and he didn't get the shark until after! And it really does! I think that's why he got one so big!"

"You'd have to have a huge apartment for all of this and the normal stuff." He agreed. He sat as composed as possible as they talked, eyes still darting around the room. Being still was not one of Momiji's preferred activities. Being in a new place made the need to move worse, and it was noticeable in the slight twitching of his muscles.

Luckily, Bakura noticed this. "Ne, wanna play something?" he asked with a grin. "Maybe the air hockey rematch, if you think you're ready?"

Momiji's eyes light up at the suggestion. He was off the couch and standing in front of Bakura within seconds of the words leaving the older teen's mouth. "You bet I'm ready! You won't have it so easy this time!"

"Aaaa, that's my line!" Bakura laughed happily, getting up as well, very glad to see Momiji in his usual high spirits. "Winner gets to pay for desert next weekend?" he offered with a grin.

Momiji was indeed back to his normal self. He had always been quite quick in rebounding from bad situations, mostly because he would just stuff everything bad away to be dealt with later. Which was what he had been making today about.

"Hmm, okay." While most people played it the other way, this was the way of the politeness wars. In any case, the little bet only made him more determined for victory. "But I'll definitely be the one paying."

Oh Momiji. As long as you eventually deal with it. Else it all builds up and you wind up making a fool of yourself shouting at someone who looks like you with a bad hair day in a public post an---

oh wait, that's just Bakura.

"Don't be so sure of that!" he grinned in return, pulling out change for the machine.

Poor Bakura. Momiji's way of eventually 'dealing' with it just to happens to be screaming at an abusive transvestite. Which actually turns out a lot worse than just making himself look foolish.

Momiji instinctively went for his wallet, but put it back with a slight frown when he saw Bakura had beat him to it. Taking up a position at the machine, his grin turned delivish. "We'll see about that."

Sounds like neither of them do so well with that dealing with their oppressors thing, eh?

And hey hey, Bakura won last time, he has rights to pay, don't even try, Momiji~

When the table woke up with a deep hum, Bakura grinned, placing the puck. With neither of them holding back, it would be a fun game!

Momiji was quite happy to disregard their previous wager since it had not worked out in his favor. If Bakura won this game, Momiji would surely still try to back up on their current bet. Or at least insist he be the one to buy something else.

Taking the little paddle in hand and leaning forward, he gave Bakura a determined nod to start.

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He hasn't!

He totally should since it's kept in the room next to the office :)

:)

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Whoops, forgot to reply to this @_@

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