[Bakura, taking advantage of the sunshine and the relative isolation of the roof, walks out onto it and pauses, staring at the kid. That is one bright bandanna...
Shrugging, he goes over to the rail and leans against it with his back to it, ignoring the boy at first. No telling if the kid could speak ancient Egyptian. From the looks of it, he doubted it. He looked foreign as hell, but not Egyptian.]
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Shrugging, he goes over to the rail and leans against it with his back to it, ignoring the boy at first. No telling if the kid could speak ancient Egyptian. From the looks of it, he doubted it. He looked foreign as hell, but not Egyptian.]
Nice scarf.
[Eh, sarcasm transcended language.]