***Authors Note: these are being written to calm me down.***
“I had Snow. I hate the cold.” Bakura mumbled, pacing back and forth in the apartment. Winter had been lots easier when he was just a spirit, but now in his own body it was living hell.
Where in the blazes was his Hikari?
It was extra cold since they were on the top floor, and the heater was broken.
“Bakura?” Bakura jumped, and ran out to where his Hikari was taking off his shoes. “What took you so long?! It’s COLD!” Bakura spat, rubbing his freezing arms. Ryou rolled his eyes.
“Calm down, It’s just the snow on the roof. If you want we can go push it off, them it won’t cool the roof and the room.” Bakura nodded, and Ryou replaced his shoes, and headed outside and up the stairs, fallowed by Bakura.
“Holy! It’s high up here!” Bakura exclaimed, looking over the edge. “Wonder if someone could die from a drop up here…”
“Bakura don’t try,” Ryou hissed, throwing a shovel in his direction. “Shovel.” Bakura growled. “I hate you.” Ryou smiled, and kissed his Yami. “I know you do.”
