For as much as he enjoyed the heat, the refreshing cool of the ocean was just as welcome. Emily-Helen comes up to Bakura under the water and headbutted him lightly, spilling pleased feelings into his mind that he was out here with them. This papa of hers confused her often, being sometimes mean or sharp in his dealings with her and other times indulgent, like now.
Bakura swam for about ten minutes, the lack of practiced or proper technique not seeming to hinder his confidence even when he pushed out past the sandbars where the bottom dropped off. Then he made his way back to the shore, snorting in amusement at Solomon's bedraggled and wet appearance as he wrung some of the water from his hair with a grimace; for the most part he didn't mind how long his host kept it (and what he'd adopted, subsequently) but it wasn't nearly as forgiving wet as dry, and he missed when it was short.
The thief plopped down on the sandy edge of the waterline. The swim had cooled him and given him a breather to reorder his thoughts about his kaa, whose mention had prompted that twisting, cold feeling in the pit of his stomach. When he spoke this time though, there was no trace of it in his tone, only an odd pensiveness.
"Diabound was like no other kaa," he said quietly. "He could evolve, gain new forms, new abilities. Not even the three god ka could do that. The Priests thought it was some kind of trick when I fought them, they didn't accept that someone like me could have a powerful kaa, let alone one who could do things like that."
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Bakura swam for about ten minutes, the lack of practiced or proper technique not seeming to hinder his confidence even when he pushed out past the sandbars where the bottom dropped off. Then he made his way back to the shore, snorting in amusement at Solomon's bedraggled and wet appearance as he wrung some of the water from his hair with a grimace; for the most part he didn't mind how long his host kept it (and what he'd adopted, subsequently) but it wasn't nearly as forgiving wet as dry, and he missed when it was short.
The thief plopped down on the sandy edge of the waterline. The swim had cooled him and given him a breather to reorder his thoughts about his kaa, whose mention had prompted that twisting, cold feeling in the pit of his stomach. When he spoke this time though, there was no trace of it in his tone, only an odd pensiveness.
"Diabound was like no other kaa," he said quietly. "He could evolve, gain new forms, new abilities. Not even the three god ka could do that. The Priests thought it was some kind of trick when I fought them, they didn't accept that someone like me could have a powerful kaa, let alone one who could do things like that."