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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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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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