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Who: Bakura, Olette, anyone else who wants coffee.
What: Getting coffee
Where: Business District
When: After this
Rating: PG
Why?
Bakura kept asking himself the question over and over again in his mind, but he didn't find an answer. Why was it that certain people always chose to blame him for his girlfriend's behaviour? Honestly. It was as if they expected him to treat her as some kind of pet.
He held Olette's hand tighter at the thought. Sure, he would've been mistaken as that cruel back home, but this place...
The two entered into an empty coffeehouse not far away from their apartment building. Ah. Of course. There wouldn't be anybody actually working here, now would there?
He led Olette to one of the small tables in the building. "Stay there, okay?"
Bakura glowered as he walked behind the counter of the shop, studying the collection of coffee beans and machinery. He figured that making a simple cup of coffee wouldn't be hard, but Ra! What the hell was all this shit for?
He blinked as he tinkered around with the first machine he saw. After pressing a large, red button on its surface, the damned thing growled at him (or so it seemed). Letting out a frustrated sigh, he picked up a jar of the beans and turned it in his hands. Why were there so many different jars? Didn't they all taste the same? Shrugging, he dumped all of the container's contents into the machine and grinned, pleased with himself.
What: Getting coffee
Where: Business District
When: After this
Rating: PG
Why?
Bakura kept asking himself the question over and over again in his mind, but he didn't find an answer. Why was it that certain people always chose to blame him for his girlfriend's behaviour? Honestly. It was as if they expected him to treat her as some kind of pet.
He held Olette's hand tighter at the thought. Sure, he would've been mistaken as that cruel back home, but this place...
The two entered into an empty coffeehouse not far away from their apartment building. Ah. Of course. There wouldn't be anybody actually working here, now would there?
He led Olette to one of the small tables in the building. "Stay there, okay?"
Bakura glowered as he walked behind the counter of the shop, studying the collection of coffee beans and machinery. He figured that making a simple cup of coffee wouldn't be hard, but Ra! What the hell was all this shit for?
He blinked as he tinkered around with the first machine he saw. After pressing a large, red button on its surface, the damned thing growled at him (or so it seemed). Letting out a frustrated sigh, he picked up a jar of the beans and turned it in his hands. Why were there so many different jars? Didn't they all taste the same? Shrugging, he dumped all of the container's contents into the machine and grinned, pleased with himself.