Chilling with Melvin 2

"O-oh, thank God, Bakura, it's you…" Ryo sighed in relief, actually glad that he was hearing his counterpart's voice on the other line.

"Good to hear you haven't gotten slaughtered yet.  You still all right?  How's Melvin?"

"I…well, the fact that he hasn't whipped a knife out on me is pretty good, I suppose…" The younger Brit answered warily,  slumping to the floor.

"Wow, that's actually kind of amazing.  Er, good for you."

"How's the Council going?"

"The Council…?" Bakura suddenly sounded preoccupied, as he paused for a very long time before answering, "…Erm, good.  It's…good."

"Bakura!  I'm so friggin' scared to get a belly button piercing, but it would be.  So.  Totally.  Pimp!  Wouldn't it?  And it would give people another reason to stare at my midriff!"

Ryo snickered a little hearing Marik's rants in the background, before jumping, startled, as Melvin slid up next to him on the floor.

"Who are you talking to?" He asked, grinning eagerly.

"Just Bakura—"

With that, Melvin quickly snatched the phone from Ryo's hands and shouted, "Heeeeey Florence!  Out on a date with my counterpart?" , quickly throwing himself into another laughing tantrum.

"MELVIN!  HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU, I'M NOT GAY!" Marik shrieked back into the phone.

"You…you're him, though, Melvin.  Wouldn't that make…you gay too?" Ryo mumbled at the lowest decibal possible.

Luckily the Egyptian hadn't heard the young Brit.

"Put the little guy back on, Melvin.  Now.  Or no souls for you for…a month!  A whole friggin' four weeks!" Marik threatened.

Melvin quickly shoved the phone back into Ryo's hands, and abruptly got up and walked out of the small kitchen.

"Ok, ok…sorry about that, Ryo…anyways, what's going on again?" Bakura asked now, sounding exasperated.

"Um…Bakura…can I…tell you something…kinda weird?" Ryo whispered into the phone, face going pink.

"Well, I am you, Ryo.  I pretty much know, well…everything about you.  Every thought, every feeling, ecetera."

"Okay, um…well…Melvin keeps pressing me up against walls and—"

"Oh GOD, he didn't do anything…else, did he?!"

"No, no, no!  It's just…um…well…it made me feel…weird."

"…Ryo.  Don't.  Please.  I don't…feel like this talk right now…"

"Wh-what?  What talk?"

"Well—"

"Whooooa, this Hot Topic shirt looks TOTALLY SEXY on me, doesn't it, Bakura?  Buy this.  And OOOH!  Earrings.  I NEED new earrings!" Marik squealed in the background.  "Whoa, WHOA…must…retain…manliness…"

Ryo paused, mouth agape in total shock before tightening his grip on the phone, and snarling, "Oh.  You.  Did.  Not.  Go.  To.  The.  Mall."

"Now…now, Ryo…"

"You go on a MALL DATE with Marik and leave ME with Melvin?!"

"Now, Ryo, that's not true!  …It's a NOT a date.  It's a FRIENDLY…OUTING.  Um, say, what's Melvin doing right now?"

"Don't change the subject!  And he's drinking a Monster by the fridge—"  Ryo swallowed, slowly  turning to do a double-take.

"What's this I'm drinking, Furby?  It tastes funny…" Melvin said, looking perplexed, but continued to chug the drink down nevertheless.

"O-oh…bollocks…" Ryo whimpered.  "Ba-Ba-Bakura!  What do I do?!  He's had an energy drink!"

"Ryo.  Run.  Run and hide.  Lock yourself in the closet."

"You'll come and help me as soon as possible, right?!"

"Well, no.  But I know you'll survive!  Good luck."