[A minotaur with absolutely unmistakable hair is sitting on top of one of the buildings that runs along the wharf, lounging on the awning that shades the selling-stand out front.
He watches the ship come careening in.
Sounds like Bakura. Looks like him, too.
If no one stops it, it's going to crash.
The humans gawking will probably get hurt.
He doesn't move. He stays in the rain-stained improvised-hammock, and he lifts his own bottle to his lips. He's only getting off his ass if it looks like the integrity of his chair's in danger.]
de Nile, current mid-death crisis flavor!
He watches the ship come careening in.
Sounds like Bakura. Looks like him, too.
If no one stops it, it's going to crash.
The humans gawking will probably get hurt.
He doesn't move. He stays in the rain-stained improvised-hammock, and he lifts his own bottle to his lips. He's only getting off his ass if it looks like the integrity of his chair's in danger.]