Bakura did his daily errands early in the morning, when there were a minimum of people on the streets. Not because he had any particular aversion to people, just that he dealt with enough of them while running the dojo, that he preferred his quiet times when and where he could take them.
There were several shops he was a frequent patron of (some by virtue of simply opening earlier than their neighbours) and he liked buying his foods in short term supply, something common both in his own habits and ones he'd adopted masquerading as Ryou.
The thief frowned a little as he exited a bakery with a new loaf of bread. He still thought about the teen with uncommon regularity, despite it having been nearly eight months since his disappearance. that struck Bakura as strange, and those thoughts occupied his attention so that he didn't notice anyone else in the area.
Wood Sector; mid-late August (lmk if this is too vague)
There were several shops he was a frequent patron of (some by virtue of simply opening earlier than their neighbours) and he liked buying his foods in short term supply, something common both in his own habits and ones he'd adopted masquerading as Ryou.
The thief frowned a little as he exited a bakery with a new loaf of bread. He still thought about the teen with uncommon regularity, despite it having been nearly eight months since his disappearance. that struck Bakura as strange, and those thoughts occupied his attention so that he didn't notice anyone else in the area.