"That's rather decent of you," she knew others who would still demand it. At some point she might have been that person or at least she might have expected some sort of favor in return. She headed up the stairs while combing her fingers through her hair trying to shake out all the sand. It didn't matter how many times they resonated, Nanami felt that Bakura would always be quite the conundrum.

As she hit the top of the stairs she glanced around the room that looked like it once may have been a loft apartment but was now mostly used as storage for the cafe below.