Sleep-deprived roommates are unhappy roommates.
Who: Bakura Ryou and Uchiha Sasuke
When: May 6th, the morning after Bakura passes out in the library
Where: House Theta, room 106
What: Bakura comes back to the room after a night of absence.
Rating: PG for now.
It had been strange after all of those years alone, getting saddled with a roommate. Nearly five years had passed since he last shared a house with someone, a street, let alone such a small space as the one they'd been granted. Therefore it was only natural that he'd begun to notice things about the white-haired boy, such as his tendency to stutter, to attempt to make light of any even mildly negative situation, and certainly of his secrecy... The pills he took were very much within the realm of Sasuke's knowledge, though he wasn't entirely sure what good that piece of information would do.
Still, when Bakura accidentally posted an entry of complete gibberish and failed to show up at their room the night before, he took note of it. Normally he wouldn't give it further thought, but the fact of the matter was he wasn't well-rested either.
He glanced up when he heard shuffling outside the door, continuing to fasten the bandages around his left arm but fixing his gaze on the entryway.
When: May 6th, the morning after Bakura passes out in the library
Where: House Theta, room 106
What: Bakura comes back to the room after a night of absence.
Rating: PG for now.
It had been strange after all of those years alone, getting saddled with a roommate. Nearly five years had passed since he last shared a house with someone, a street, let alone such a small space as the one they'd been granted. Therefore it was only natural that he'd begun to notice things about the white-haired boy, such as his tendency to stutter, to attempt to make light of any even mildly negative situation, and certainly of his secrecy... The pills he took were very much within the realm of Sasuke's knowledge, though he wasn't entirely sure what good that piece of information would do.
Still, when Bakura accidentally posted an entry of complete gibberish and failed to show up at their room the night before, he took note of it. Normally he wouldn't give it further thought, but the fact of the matter was he wasn't well-rested either.
He glanced up when he heard shuffling outside the door, continuing to fasten the bandages around his left arm but fixing his gaze on the entryway.