All Gray could do was stare at the smoking place where his door had once been. The fire that was covering him slowly faded, and Gray dropped to his feet. "That... was too weird." He glanced back up at the door again only to see Bakura standing there. Okay, standing wasn't the right word. Bakura was hovering a few inches off the floor. No big deal. Wait. Hovering? As in feet not touching the ground? Gray's wide eyes flicked up to Bakura's. "What the hell is going on here?!"
Okay, seriously not helpful. "If you can float, how is it you're not all the way at the ceiling?" Gray had been having trouble keeping himself where he wanted to be when he ended up off the ground. Control wasn't his strong point it seemed.
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