[By the time the Egyptian had reached the area Bakura fell, it'd been nearly an hour. His hair was ruffled and disheveled, and while the heat didn't bother him he had still ended up with a fair bit of scratches to his arms from the travel. If only had had brought his cloak.

He barely had the willpower left in him to pretend to be in a good mood, so he simply looked for Bakura with as small a scowl as possible.]