Characters: Bakura and Malik.
Location: Somewhere around the stable-grounds?
Time: Sunday afternoon-ish?
Content: Bakura goes horse-riding and runs into someone who SPEAKS HIS LANGUAGE HELL YES.
Format: Third person
Warnings: None, unless you count Bakura being an asshole.
Bakura hadn't quite finished looking around the school just yet, but having discovered that yes, there were stables here - and with horses, at that (Bakura never understood those idiots who had stables with nothing in them; not only was it pointless, but it left him with nothing to steal). Of course, Bakura couldn't steal the horses here, at least not yet; but he saw no harm in acquainting himself. He stepped into the stables, moving slowly so as not to startle the horses, and what should he come across but an Arabian?
How convenient. They even had horses he knew here. The thief murmured soothing nonsense, drawing the horse out of the stables and saddling the animal before getting on and urging it out, easing into a gallop.
It was time for a ride.