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WHO: Bakura, Alastair and Kiryu
WHERE: Hell Towers, 10th floor
WHEN: Monday afternoon (before Joker's announcement and following chaos)
SUMMARY: In celebration of his brothers moving in on the same floor as him, Bakura's cooked up a hell of a meal.
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Having the afternoon off was a new and strange thing for Bakura, after the insanely busy weeks before, between chaos and getting the store ready for opening.

He hadn't been in the living room more than five minutes before he got out for the kitchen. It was too quiet. It was always too quiet. It was too early, really, to start on dinner, but he got out everything anyway. After all, he was cooking for his brothers in celebration of them being shouting distance from his door! By the time it was going to be dinner time, he'd have a regular feast prepared!

Which was how he wound up outside his brothers' door with arms full of covered dishes to the point where he had to knock with his elbow, with more waiting back in his kitchen.

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If Alastair were anyone else, he probably would have gotten punched for that. As it is, Kiryu sits up straight, glaring at him and almost looking a tinge nervous deep down.

"You could've just poked me, you know," he muttered once he was sure it was Alastair and not someone out to kill him. He pulled his headphone down around his neck, looking around until he spotted Bakura. "Hey, Bakura."

"Hello, Kiryuu-kun!" Bakura returned cheerfully, carefully setting down the dishes on the counter. "There's three more dishes still back in my kitchen I need to bring over!" he laughed, looking a little embarrassed. "Do you guys have plates and things yet? Or should I bring those over too?"

"Yeah, but that wouldn't have been as much fun," Alastair smirked, really having no idea how dangerous it was to startle Kiryu. He couldn't have used some other, more pleasant method of getting his attention with a third party in the room. He got up quickly, so as not to squish his companion's legs, and went to help out their visitor.

"Geez, how much did you make?" he exclaimed, half-teasing. "It's only just the two of us in here right now, you know. Yeah, we've got...sorta dishes. They're not a matching set, but they'll do." He had made sure to nab a few from the motel as they left - who else was going to use them? Alastair started opening cabinets looking for the one where he had stored their meager dish "set" when they moved in.

Really, it wouldn't have matter much what he did if he weren't Alastair; Kiryu was just more uncomfortable with being restrained in any way than anything else. And he made a face as he got up after Alastair; of course it would have been just as much fun.

"Do you need any help getting the rest?" he asked Bakura as he walked over. "We can probably eat most of it~."

Bakura gave a small, embarrassed laugh, ducking his head a little. "I just-- started cooking and forgot to stop, really!" he explained with a smile. And he was still used to cooking for more people--

He pushed the thought away with another smile. "Aah, I could probably carry them, but I won't say no if you want to help carry!" He paused a moment, eyes widening a moment. "Aah! I didn't make any tea!"

Alastair, meanwhile, was getting out some battered dishes and a handful of chopsticks that clearly were accumulated from any number of takeout meals. "Don't worry about it," he assured casually. "We've got stuff to drink, and there's always water."

Kiryu shrugged and gained a little half-smile, ruffling Bakura's hair a little. "And I can walk, so I can help. No sense in making you do all the work when you cooked so much already."

Bakura gave a soft laugh, ducking his head a little at the ruffle. "Thank you, Kiryu-kun," he smiled warmly before starting back to his apartment, which was after all only two doors down. The door was still wide open as he hadn't been able to close it with his arms full. "Aah, there's the two there, and I can get this one," he smiled, nodding towards a bowl of udon and a closed white box that was still a bit warm.

By that time Alastair had set out plates, chipped glasses, and whatever utensils passed for useable, and was head-first in the fridge trying to decide what he wanted to drink. They needed some celebratory booze, really. He had half expected there to be beers in the fridge from Hiruma to welcome them to Hell Towers.