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Calling him...

He had promised and he knew he couldn't take it back. Did he really want to? This wasn't Thief who he could just fuck around with mindlessly. This was Ryou and he was different. Perhaps that was the reason he'd even agreed to it in the first place. Jokingly, he had told Ryou some things that he was sure Ryou had taken too

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[walked_twice]

Ryou always realized too late when Bakura was toying with him. He'd started to suspect it now, because the man had said he'd called and then--well, an hour passed, and it was well into the second.

He had gone out for a walk and ended up at a ramen shop, watching pedestrians more than he was actually eating. His thoughts were sliding between Miho and Bakura, the one topic slightly more uncomfortable than the other.

Things were working out with Miho, yes, but she was tangled up with the Items now. Honestly, Ryou didn't want anything more to do with them--ever--unless he was forced to. He still didn't feel he had a choice with Bakura, despite what the thief had said at New Year's.

But Miho....

Well, he wouldn't just leave her to deal with it. He wasn't like Yuugi-tachi. If things were bad or dangerous, he wouldn't just avoid the victim. But at the same time, who knew what they would make her do with the Rod. He didn't really want to find out

[vengeful_intent]

Bakura felt like the rings went on forever. His stomach felt like it was squirming inside of him; was he really that sick? A soft voice came over the reciever suddenly and opened his mouth as if to reply, but shut it right away. Ryou had actually answered. What should he say...?

"Hello, duh, you fucking moron," he thought to himself. Still, even if the answer was so obvious, it seemed so difficult. Ryou was so different...and he wasn't sure where his thought process was going with that. This phone call was...already bizarre, at least for him. When did he ever call anyone just to talk? Especially him.

"Landlord~," He purred into the phone confidently. "I believe you owe me a prize for following through with my words. What do you think? Not that it matter since...I am always right."

[walked_twice]

The hesitation Bakura felt didn't come across in his voice, and Ryou found himself wishing vaguely again that he could be half as self-assured.

Even so, it was kind of a surprise to hear that Bakura had called after all. He blinked down at his ramen, and stopped pushing a slippery noodle around with his chopstick. "All right." He smiled to himself. "I think it's a good idea to reward things like that, yes."

So he supported behavior modification. If it got him hastier phone calls, what was the harm?

"Do I pick the prize, or did you have something in mind?"

[I am retardedd]

[vengeful_intent]

The way Ryou phrased it, it made Bakura think of a dog. Oh well, if it meant him getting something, he supposed it was worth it-insult or no. Prizes were always nice. "Then maybe I should do things like this more often. Is it like a Subway card where the more points I gain, the bigger the thing I win gets?" Bakura grinned to himself, lifting a hand to place it beneath his head.

"Hmm..." If he could pick any prize from Ryou...what would he pick? His house was clean and he had all the money to buy whatever he wanted. "Make..." He paused in his words, eyes gleaming when his brilliant idea came to him. "Make me dinner tomorrow night." He couldn't cook well himself and hiring a personal chef was just a little weird-he didn't want to see any person for 3 meals a day. Besides, he had spent so much time watching food network and the food on there looked so amazing-of course, that was experienced chefs, not 20-year-olds. Either way; hopefully Ryou didn't screw it up-whatever it was he would make. Because he would. Like Ryou could really say "