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[shiromadoushi]

WHO: Bakura and Keith
WHERE: Central Park chess tables
WHEN: Wednesday afternoon
SUMMARY: Bakura is playing chess with the senior citizens in the park. Keith spots, observes, then cuts in. Awkward.
FORMAT: Para to start, whatever after.



Bakura's walk home from work had been something that resembled a comic strip than the normal straight cross through the park. First he had been spotted by one of the regular customers from Ryoko's and stopped for a chat. Then, after nearly gotten beaned upside the head by the ball a group of young children had been tossing around, he had seen the usual group at the chess tables and gotten flagged down to arbitrate Hashimoto and Takahashi's daily heated argument. Which was of course how he was now playing his third game.

So far, a very good day.

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Bakura's apology earned no words from his opponent. Instead, Keith merely glanced up from the board to flick a gaze of contempt over him, the single subtle expression encompassing everything he thought about the philosophy Bakura offered and, worse, his weak attempt to apologize for it.

No words were needed.

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura nearly flinched at that, rather starkly aware that he had not only put his foot in his mouth, but done it in such a spectacular fashion that he might never recover from it. And when they had been having an almost normal conversation too! Aaaa, he was no good at things like this!

"Check..." he said softly, moving his piece, keeping his eyes low.