The fact that the dojo was empty now, ironically, was helping. He hadn't realized it at the time but the constant noise had been exacerbating the headache he'd had, and the way he felt far more on edge than he normally did in this space, being his.

And Diabound-- Diabound had found its second form, not intentionally, but because it had moved to keep he and Pepper apart. Concerned.

"Just-- will you trust me on this one? Please?"

Bakura passed his hand in front of his eyes, wincing slightly. Perhaps Pepper was right, he didn't feel the best at the moment. Diabound's bulk shimmered briefly like a heatwave and then disappeared.

"Aa. Fine, we can go."