[Bakura grumbles, letting go of her face and rolling onto his back. He folds his arms behind his head and lays there to stare grouchily up at the ceiling.
It was frustrating...her mood, their inability to communicate--not just with her, but with everybody. What if things were stuck this way?]
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It was frustrating...her mood, their inability to communicate--not just with her, but with everybody. What if things were stuck this way?]