[Chenzira never strays far, generally always hanging off Marik's shoulders or on top of his head. He's clingy - both literally and figuratively. Not that Marik minds.]

It makes the most sense. Sorry for not being profound enough for you.

[The blonde picks up the pace to stay ahead of Bakura, grabbing the handle to the shop door.]

There's some hope for you yet, Bakura. Perhaps you're not a total scumbag.

[And before the albino can reply, Marik opens the door and heads inside.

Cheeky bastard.]