[With that he leaves the room, headed back to the kitchen to clean up his cooking mess and store the leftovers in containers in the refrigerator. Once all that is accomplished and the counters given a final wipe down he supposes he can't put it off any longer and heads back up the stairs. In Atem's room he finds the abandoned tray and no Pharaoh — but considering that the water is running in the bathroom, that mystery is solved. In the mean time he takes the tray back downstairs, wondering why he's even bothering. It's not like Atem had offered even half of this help when he'd been injured. Then again Bakura hadn't wanted help; he would have refused it if offered, telling himself that he didn't need anyone.
Why then is it so natural to fall into this role? He blames the years of sharing Ryou's body; the boy's habits about the home had become his own, and he can't argue that Ryou had been efficient at keeping an orderly living space. And falling into habit now gives his body an occupation while his mind spins around various topics and tangents. Most notably he's thinking around this latest opening of the Door, the introduction of new residents — and new dangers, apparently. Those thoughts take him through the task of washing dishes and into sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of strong coffee and a deck of cards. It's not his Deck, it's just a deck of standard playing cards, ones he uses to start building a house on the counter top to pass the time while he lets his thoughts turn over and over in his head.]
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[With that he leaves the room, headed back to the kitchen to clean up his cooking mess and store the leftovers in containers in the refrigerator. Once all that is accomplished and the counters given a final wipe down he supposes he can't put it off any longer and heads back up the stairs. In Atem's room he finds the abandoned tray and no Pharaoh — but considering that the water is running in the bathroom, that mystery is solved. In the mean time he takes the tray back downstairs, wondering why he's even bothering. It's not like Atem had offered even half of this help when he'd been injured. Then again Bakura hadn't wanted help; he would have refused it if offered, telling himself that he didn't need anyone.
Why then is it so natural to fall into this role? He blames the years of sharing Ryou's body; the boy's habits about the home had become his own, and he can't argue that Ryou had been efficient at keeping an orderly living space. And falling into habit now gives his body an occupation while his mind spins around various topics and tangents. Most notably he's thinking around this latest opening of the Door, the introduction of new residents — and new dangers, apparently. Those thoughts take him through the task of washing dishes and into sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of strong coffee and a deck of cards. It's not his Deck, it's just a deck of standard playing cards, ones he uses to start building a house on the counter top to pass the time while he lets his thoughts turn over and over in his head.]