Bakura sat on the couch, reading one of his novels. Marik was doing just about everything he could to get the kitty's attention.
"Bakura?" He poked him in the side. And his face. And his back. "Florence! I command you to pay attention to me!"
"What do you want, Marik?" Bakura asked, annoyed, and not tearing his gaze from the book.
"Will you let me do it now?" Marik asked with a pout.
"No."
"But Bakura!!!" Marik whined. "It's easier to do it to someone else!"
"Do it to yourself."
"But it's harder that way! Please! I'll take it back out once I'm finished!"
"No, Marik!"
"Pleeeeeeease?!"
"No. Why can't you do it to someone else?"
"Because you're the only one here! It's just very convenient!"
Bakura frowned. "Fine. Make it quick. And it's comes RIGHT OUT when you're done."
"Got it!" Marik smiled, and got on his knees behind Bakura, so he could hover over his head. He took his white, fluffy hair and began to mess with it.
"This is going to be the BEST French braid EVER."
This was based on a picture I saw, so the idea was not mine. The dialogue was (sorta) accurate. I hope to do some original ones soon.
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Thiefshipping one shots
FanfictionBecause why not. (COVER ART IS NOT MINE) -no smut (I'm sorry, but it's difficult finding any thiefshipping fics without smut. Where is just plain fluff?) -abridged personalities (or at least my attempts), although some may or may not be a bit canon...
