[ Bakura lingers a moment longer, as if giving her an extra few heartbeats to find her equilibrium with her relief (which he doesn't understand why it's so strong, but it puts a peculiar feeling in the back of his throat) and then he drops his hand, stepping back. The quiet of the empty dojo seems paradoxically loud, and he seems momentarily unsettled by it, like he's been caught doing something he shouldn't. ]
Do you want some coffee, or does the Guild need your attentions?
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Do you want some coffee, or does the Guild need your attentions?