Meeting Set (@cardshavenoheart)
Bakura sighed as he lugged the large bucket of water down the hallway, trying his best not to spill any water on the floors. His Master might not be too mad, but anyone else who saw such an act would be sure to punish him in a heartbeat. After all, it was a slave's job to clean messes not to make more.
So it may have taken a bit longer, but Bakura walked along the hallways slowly, managing to seep water down the front of his shendyt but otherwise keeping things clean.
All he had to do was go down to the kitchens and wash out the bucket, then return to his Master's chambers to scrub the floors. Simple, a task he had done a million times before without incident.
But the gods never ceased to laugh at him and plague him with misfortune. For no sooner had the slave walked around the corner when he ran into a wall of flesh and fabric.
Letting out a grunt, Bakura stumbled backwards, spilling the water all over himself and at the feet of the person he had collided with.
Once he managed to catch his dazed brain, Bakura quickly sat up and bowed to the ground, forehead to the floor.
"I am so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going. Please forgive me."
