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Who: Bakura & Toushirou
When: Saturday, early
Where: The Locke City Red Hat Society Fall Harvest Charity Fair
What: Bakura and Toushirou get to help their grandmothers set up a charity fair. And then hang out during it because guess who's also going to have to help take it down again?

Bakura hadn't been planning on helping set up the fair when his grandmother had first mentioned it. But he hadn't been in quite so much trouble then.

Not that he technically was in trouble now. His grandparents were very understanding, after all. No punishments had been handed down, just more appointments with his therapist (which was punishment enough on its own, honestly, but that was something different) and a long talk.

In some ways, that was worse than just being punished. The tired, almost lamenting looks, the overheard worried conversations... It weighed far more heavily on him than anything else did. He didn't like upsetting his grandparents. He hated that they worried about him so much and that he caused them so much trouble. It wasn't as if he intended this stuff to happen! Sometimes everything just got away from him, was all...

So he had volunteered to help out at the fair, even though it was pretty low on his list of things he'd rather be doing. But if it helped make things go more smoothly for his grandmother... (and grandfather, really, since he would likely have gotten suckered into helping as well) he would do it.

He flopped down on the sidewalk after, giving a deep exhale and leaning back on his palms as he looked up at the cloudy sky, zoning out.

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Have a little eyeroll. "Military doesn't have to mean serious. My first flashback was yelling at someone working for me about being hungover on the job."

Surrounded by idiots, no matter the life, clearly. He didn't know why he didn't fire or demote or discharge this person. From the sounds of it, the drinking had been a habitual thing.

"And you don't call that serious?" Bakura grinned. "Or just saying that you had to be because everyone was stupid?"

"Considering the person working for me would have to be military, too, I doubt they were serious if they came to work drunk half the time. Somebody needs to be responsible."

What kind of moron showed up to any job like that, much less one that involved fighting? Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why did his old self put up with that?

"Maybe they were like a drunken master! Only competent when they were drinking."

What the hell was he supposed to say to that? And yeah, he was familiar with the concept, but he couldn't fathom it working in reality. It didn't make sense.

Really, there were no words. A flat look was all he could muster for it.

Bakura covered a small laugh. "Hey, in a world where ice magic is a thing, why not?" he grinned.

"If it made them competent, I don't think I'd be yelling at them for it."

This was simple logic, thank you.

"Could be if you were a rules lawyer," Bakura countered.

He did kind of tend to be one, but really? Why wouldn't he want someone able to do the best job they could? People were supposed to do their best at things.

"The memory wasn't even a combat one. I don't think I've ever heard of somebody being a drunken master of office work."

"Don't think I'd heard of anyone being a lot of things we know are possible now~" Bakura pointed out with a grin. "Human logic doesn't apply to stuff like that. Besides. They say that you remember best if you're in the state you were in when you learned, so if that person was drunk off his ass when he learned how to do office work, maybe he's only good at it when he's back in that state?"