'cuz i'm the punk rock, punk rock star!
[[ Forward-dated to tomorrow. :c
Warnings; M/M, bloodplay, etc. ]]Malik knew the Bakuras locked their front door, but he also knew how to pick it by now. He'd seen the Thief King do it often enough, when he'd been too drunk to bother digging for his keys. It really did say something that it was easier and more natural for Bakura to break in than ( Read more... )
Warnings; M/M, bloodplay, etc. ]]Malik knew the Bakuras locked their front door, but he also knew how to pick it by now. He'd seen the Thief King do it often enough, when he'd been too drunk to bother digging for his keys. It really did say something that it was easier and more natural for Bakura to break in than ( Read more... )
That didn't do much for the rest of his appearance. He didn't look bad, but he had just rolled out of bed. His hair was tangled, and his outfit, the one he normally slept in, had a bright red splotch on his hip (as well as one on his back, on the spine -- shit, he barely remembered Malik doing that). At least, he found, it didn't hurt too much to walk.
He moved to the door, rubbing his eyes for a moment and groaning. Might as well get that out before he let company in (clearly, Malik didn't count as company). He opened it and grinned down at the girl in front of him -- she was cute. It was no wonder the Pharaoh was so protective of her.
She still baffled him, though, being as easy to manipulate as she was. She didn't seem the type to lie easily, and yet with just a few words, he'd persuaded her to skip school, lie about it, and meet the two people she was warned not to. "Morning," he greeted, none to eloquently. He stepped aside to let her in, holding the door open (and half-leaning against it). If anything, he'd managed to hide his wound well enough -- couldn't be scaring her off before she even got through the door, could he?
[Tag, Mana]
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She stepped into the room and removed her bookbag. She'd already unbuttoned her jacket, which was hiding a bright blue sweater with small bits of pink peaking through, almost as if the pink was woven into the blue. "I'm sorry I was late. I've never been to this side of town before." Her face was slightly rosy from the wind chill. "Is there a place for me to put my bookbag?" She asked, seeming a little too frantic to really be focusing on his red splotches....yet.
Mana looked around, not sure if she should take her jacket off or not. She hadn't been told that it was all right and she didn't now what they were going to do although going out seemed out of the question, regarding the Thief's appearance, so she decided just to keep it on until she was told it was ok.
"I hope I didn't wake you up. I could have stayed at a coffee shop for an hour or so." She held onto the heavy bookbag still, waiting for someone to instruct her. Her eyes did fall on Yami no Malik, though, and she smiled. "Hi!"
[Tag, Yami no Malik!]
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"But so are you." She smelled nice, clean--not at all like blood and beer and too much sleep. He wasn't sure which he preferred, but knowing that she was fresh from the Pharaoh's presence made him want to be closer to her, as if he could erase that, stain her.
Besides, Mana was pretty easy on the eyes; her expression was so friendly, he had a hard time imagining her eyes widening with fear, her pert little mouth grimacing with pain. That made things all the more intriguing.
"Good morning," he purred, wondering how she'd react to them--Bakura bloody and dirty and half-asleep, and him, clean and all his bruises hidden, alert.
[Tag, Mana!]
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To find a very close Malik. She wasn't use to this proximity with anyone, and anyone she got close enough to would never have made her feel this...awkward? She blushed slightly, adding to the rose in her cheeks that had been starting to die down. The room was hotter than she expected, but the warmth mad her relax, even if Malik's presence...well..didn't.
"I really could have waited a little while longer. I'm sorry. I didn't think to ask." She said with a smile, flashing white teeth from Yami no Malik to Bakura. But her smile faltered when she saw Bakura's shirt stained with blood. She looked up at him with slightly wide eyes, but wide with concern and not fear. "Are you hurt? You know, I could patch that right up for you! A simple healing spell and you won't have to worry about your injuries anymore!"
[Tag, Thiefy]
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Nngh, but fuck was she upbeat. She'd seemed so when he'd talked to her online, but he hadn't expected this much, this early (or perhaps he was just annoyed because his head was still pounding?). He flashed her a (slightly pained) smirk before promising, "I'm alright. My injuries are fine where they are." They actually felt good, and they were a nice counterpart to the headache he was nursing now.
"You're fine, though." He sounded slightly harsher than he'd meant to as he stood up. "I said we'd be up, and we are." Though, Malik was clearly more awake than he was. "I need a drink though," he mumbled, mostly to himself as he stood up straight and walked further into the apartment.
[Tag, Malik~]
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"He can hardly breathe without getting buzzed." He watched Bakura go, and added more loudly, "But I'm sure he'd get you a drink if you asked."
He gave her an appraising look. "If Pharaoh lets you drink, of course~"
[Tag, Mana!]
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The closeness of Malik still set her on edge slightly, but she calmed her mind by telling herself that it might just be something he did. That there was no reason for her heart to pound this way. She simply settled on smiling at Malik again, because what was more friendly than a smile?
[Tag, Bakura!]
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The fact that she'd never even tried drinking didn't surprise him. She seemed almost sickly sweet, and it was something that he didn't understand. She'd made the mistake of coming here, though, so her innocence wouldn't last long.
Still, Malik had hinted at Bakura getting drinks for all of them and that simply wasn't going to happen. So he disappeared into the kitchen and got his own beer, opening it and chugging well over half of it. Surely Malik knew better than to trust him to do anything.
[Tag, Malik~ :B]
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He moved towards the living room, though, brushing against Mana as he did. He could practically see the thoughts churning in her mind, assuring herself that he wasn't doing it on purpose--or rationalizing it away so that, if he was, it wasn't something to worry about.
She was wrong on both counts, of course, but that could wait for later.
He sat down and nodded slightly for her to do the same. "Oi, so how is the Pharaoh and his magician?" Conversation and gathering information on his enemies, always a worthwhile pursuit.
[Tag, Mana!]
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"Pharaoh-sama? He's not feeling so great. I think he may be coming down with a cold, but I hope not. I'm working a lot on ending the school year and applying to colleges." She said with a smile, folding her hands together in her lap for lack of a better thing to do with them. "Mahaado-sama has me applying to every college in Japan, I think." She said with a slight giggle. "How are you and Bakura?" Obviously the girl was sick of schoolwork, but there wasn't much she could do about it. She didn't have a choice in the matter.
[Tag, Bakura!]
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He hadn't really bought Otogi's 'cover-up' story, and even if he had, it was too good a chance to drag the Pharaoh's name through dirt. "I'm fine, albeit sober."
If he could still count as sober. He felt a little tipsy, which was good. Exactly what he wanted. It made the hangover seem a little more tolerable.
[Tag, Malik]
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"Soon they'll be filming it," he mumbled, though he was pretty neutral to the idea. At best, it would lead to utter humiliation for both Otogi and Yami, and that was always a pleasant thought.
"Hurry and get drunk so we can leave," he added, though he was amused at the red marks he'd left up and down Bakura's neck by now.
[Tag, Baku~]
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"That's something I could go without seeing," Bakura mumbled. "Hearing about it made me want to throw up." Or had that been too much to drink? Uhn.
He took a sip of his drink, giving the other a slightly confused expression. Leave? Did Malik actually expect to get him out of his house this early in the morning?
[Tag, Mana~]
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She averted her eyes while the couple (since that was how she saw them in her eyes) spoke to each other and waited until she was brought back into the conversation. "Leave? Where are we going?" She asked, tilting her head slightly in the most innocent matter.
[Tag, Malik]
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Not that he was planning anything, of course. Nothing specific.
Although the upside to being outside would be that he wouldn't have to be so close to Bakura. The space away had been a relief, an escape from that mysterious prompting that had followed him back from Egypt.
In public, he wouldn't be pulling Bakura possessively closer like he was now, and that would be better for all of them.
[Tag, Bakura~]
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"At seven in the morning?" he finally inquired. "What's even open?"
It shouldn't amuse him so much that Malik was pulling him closer in front of this girl. He slid his free hand down over the other's shoulder, running over his chest. "This'll be my last beer for the morning, I promise." That way if they did go somewhere, he could still walk.
[Tag, Malik~]
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