Neko!Bakura x Ghirahim

"Then I need scissors to cut a hole in the butt. I used to hide my tail and my ears but there's not much need for that nowadays."

Ghirahim: Alright. -he snaps his fingers and summons up a pair of scissors, which he then hands to Bakura- Here. Be careful with the fabric, though.

"If you're so worried, then you do it."

Ghirahim: I'm not so worried, I'm just telling you to be careful with the fabric of your uniform. I have another one in store, but it's not too fitting to you in my eyes.

"Oh fine. I gotta take them off to see though. Unless you don't want to wait."

Ghirahim: Snipping a hole for your tail can't possibly take that long. Go, do it.

"Fine." Bakura went to the nearest room to fix his clothes and then returned a few minutes later. "That's better..."

Ghirahim: Good. -he taps his foot on the ground- You remember what I said I'd have you do first, right? It would be the cleaning of the spots you stood or trod upon when you came in covered in dirt. In front of me is where it starts, and it obviously leads all the way to the bathroom. Once you are done, come see me in my study. Is that clear? -and he remembers something- Ah, and I nearly forgot yet another small detail! -he snaps his fingers and some cleaning supplies appear before Bakura- You wouldn't be able to clean without the proper supplies, right?

Bakura scowled. "And you can't just do something as simple as making the dirt disappear like you make stuff appear?"

Ghirahim: Now, I can make things appear and disappear, but the more often I do that, the more I may get magically exhausted. I'd feel drained, completely dreadful. That is why I need you to clean up this place. Now, your dirt trail is the first part. When you finish with it, come to me for the second part.

"Oh poor you." Bakura huffed.

Ghirahim: It'll be poor you in a second if you don't get to cleaning the floor, get it?

Bakura growled irritably then started cleaning.

Ghirahim: Good. I'll be off to my study now, and make sure that the floor which your dirt got upon is spotless. -with that, he walks off-

"If I get lost trying to find said study don't blame me. You didn't give me a proper tour."

Ghirahim: It would have been a proper tour if you hadn't run off on your own. That was you loss. The study is in the second hall down from your bathroom, the third door on the left.

"Hmph...I thought we were going to finish the tour before anything else. But whatever." There was no way he'd use the same bathroom as before of course.

Ghirahim: -with that, he heads on to the study-

Bakura huffed. Really, all he bothered to do was sweep up the dirt. Any grime that was already on the floor was not his problem. Then, changing his mind, he did a more thorough job. He looked toward the front doors. He could easily run away...hide somewhere far enough away that it would take days for Ghirahim to find him.

Maybe he'd mess up the plumbing before he left. Flood every bathroom he could find. And then rip off and shred to pieces the outfit he was given to wear. He could do everything he could possibly think of to make Ghirahim regret forcing him into servitude.

But what would that accomplish? Ghirahim was the only one he knew in this strange world. Any human he met would probably run from him in fear or disgust. He let out a frustrated sigh. "Bastet give me strength..." He muttered. He'd only run if he was pushed far enough. Hopefully it wouldn't come to that.

When he was done, he grabbed his pendant from the bathroom, having forgotten it earlier and headed Ghirahim's study, barging in without knocking.

Ghirahim: -either way, coming in on his own or by knocking, it didn't matter. just so long as he showed- I assume that the floor is clean, hm?

"Yeah...whatever..." Bakura's attention was focused on the knickknacks on the shelves that just begging to be knocked onto the floor. His gaze landed on the beam of sunlight coming from the window and the tip of his tail twitched.

Ghirahim: Very well then. -he gets up from where he's sitting- Now... Do you know how to cook?

"No. I told you. I eat my food freshly caught. I've never cooked. At all." Bakura couldn't resist the temptation. He went over and lay down in the sunbeam.

Ghirahim: Never? Well, I may teach you this once then, so it'd be in your best interest to pay attention. -he looks at him and he lies down in the sunbeam-

"Never needed to." Bakura turned over onto his back. "Sunbeams are irresistable"