And when you're down you've got something up your sleeve...

[egyptthiefking]

Who: Atem, Bakura
When: After this friendly little exchange
Where: Bakura's dorm, Room 108
What: Despite being sick, the two Egyptians can't seem to resist the urge to get into an arguement...
Rating: PG or up, depending on how violent they're well enough to get.

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[draw_a_card]

Though their rooms were directly across the hallway from each other, it took Atem some time before he decided to actually cross the distance to the other room. So it was about ten minutes after his conversation with Bakura that he, looking annoyed and with a sapphire blue blanket wrapped around himself, made it to the thief's door and knocked on it as hard as he could be bothered to.

He really wasn't certain why he was here anyway, willingly going over to the room of who, at more times than not, had been his greatest enemy. And yet, here he was.

[egyptthiefking]

After what seemed like an hour, Bakura made his way from the window over to the door and opened it in exasperation. His white hair seemed to be more of a mess than usual and hung completely over one of eyes, giving him a rather drowsy appearance.

"Well it certainly took you long enough." He grumbled, flinging the door wider haphazardly so that it made a dull "thud" against the wall. Sneezing once he shuffled back over to his bed and sat upon it unceremoniously.

[draw_a_card]

Atem tried not to laugh at the sight of the thief, as it would probably send him into a coughing fit like it did last time. So he settled for an amused smirk. "A good look for you, thief." He convieniantly ignored the fact that he didn't really look any better, and it fact appeared like he was about to fall asleep at any moment.

He also completely ignored Bakura's complaints, entering the room and making himself at home on the spare bed. Lounging back for a moment, brushing his bangs out of his eyes, he crossed his arms and gave Bakura a look. "I'm not certain about you, but I know I'm enjoying my time here."

[egyptthiefking]

"Be quiet. You most certainly do not look any better." The man pointed out irately, shooting a dreary glare towards Atem.

Bakura then arched an eyebrow at the pharaoh, sitting back against the wall behind his bed to give him a rather skeptical stare. After a few moments of sparadic coughing he added, "I suppose you're enjoying it since you have nothing else to do, correct? It must be so nice and quaint to think you have everything figured out..."