Thankfully, Yugi had the patience of a saint. He even thought that Yami's trouble with the littlest things was adorable, in its own odd way. With a sigh, a shake of his head, and a smile, he headed into the dressing room and located where he was easily enough. Yugi slowly pushed open the door and peeked around, then slid himself inside the room once he was sure that he wasn't barging in on Yami mid-dressed.

What is it? It'd be best to keep their conversation hidden within the safety of their minds. No doubt they'd receive strange looks if they overheard him teaching his other self how to work something or the other.