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[hauntedcrown]

Characters: Bakura and Malik.
Location: Somewhere around the stable-grounds?
Time: Sunday afternoon-ish?
Content: Bakura goes horse-riding and runs into someone who SPEAKS HIS LANGUAGE HELL YES.
Format: Third person
Warnings: None, unless you count Bakura being an asshole.

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[judgealife]

A poor communicator on his best days, Malik had discovered one thing on campus that lacked a language barrier and was at least slightly familiar: horses.

He knew nobody here, and since he cared not to, had searched for a way to fill the time that others spent socialising. Being in a school environment was not only new to him, but also terrifying; the day he had arrived, he'd eaten lunch in the main cafeteria and his head rang for hours afterwards with the voices of people and their damn thoughts. He hadn't bothered to count but they numbered in the hundreds - their thoughts, in the thousands. The worst of it had been that he understood barely a handful of them, most being English or Japanese

[hauntedcrown]

Bakura had only glanced when he saw the boy heading past him. He looked Egyptian, which in itself was a good thing, as far as Bakura was concerned - it meant that at least there was one less person who couldn't understand him. Sure, Bakura knew some English, but it was barely enough to communicate, and he was barely managing as it was.

He turned the horse around, curious enough to interrupt his ride to investigate, and slowed the horse down enough to be able to keep an eye on the boy. He didn't bother speaking for the moment, but he was glad enough (or at least not annoyed) at the prospect of someone actually speaking his language that he was willing to shove his usual antagonistic nature aside for the moment.

It could end up being useful, after all.

appropriate keywords are appropriate 83

[judgealife]

The sound of hooves faded and then returned. Malik glanced over his shoulder, frowning when he noticed the other rider had slowed. That meant if he passed Malik, like with the others who'd crossed his path this morning, there would be some sort of awkward interaction. He'd already been laughed at by two girls who couldn't understand that he'd been telling them to get lost in Arabic.

He walked a little faster and clucked to the horse, urging it on.

Bakupants says sorry, but no. Only in much less polite terms. >83

[hauntedcrown]

Bakura grinned. So the boy didn't want to be spoken to right now? Too bad. Bakura was in the mood for getting some information now, and if this boy had any of it, the King of Thieves would find a way to get it. He patted the horse he was riding, urging it to go a bit faster, and chuckled aloud.

"Not afraid, are you?" Why no, he wasn't bothering to speak in English - if his hunch was right, he didn't need to, anyway.

MALIK SAYS YO MAMA.

[judgealife]

Malik scowled instantly. The idea that someone even tried to speak to him bothered him, and he quickly covered up the expression, trying to look confused.

"Ah, sorry, I--can't understand you," he said in heavily accented English, hoping this guy was a foreigner like him with little to no grasp of English. It was obvious he was bilingual but hopefully his accent would be taken to be African or Iranian or something.

Bakura comments on the (lack of) originality

[hauntedcrown]

Bakura snorted. "If you think you can fool me with that," he replied, still speaking in Arabic, "you're dimmer than most of the people here." Oh, yes, Bakura knew that accent, which sounded similar to his own; the thief may not be book smart, but he definitely wasn't an idiot, and it simultaneously amused and annoyed him that this boy was trying to take him for one.

"So," Bakura told him, grinning, "do you want to try fooling me again? I could use the laugh."

Malik flips the bird(s).

[judgealife]

The scowl returned and Malik dropped the facade, tugging his horse back toward the stables. Well, he'd tried. He probably should have tried pretending he was mute; that got him out of having to explain himself, at least.

"You look stupid enough to fool yourself," he retorted, not bothering to look back.

Bakura rolls his eyes. 8D

[hauntedcrown]

That got a laugh. There weren't many people, even now, who were willing to speak like that to him. Of course, that may have something to do with the fact that he had a relatively short temper, was mad as a hatter (though he wouldn't admit that), and had a strong propensity for violence may have had something to do with it.

"Clever. I'm willing to bet you're the smartest in your class," he replied with a careless and not at all pleasant grin.

Malik cries. (WAIT WHUT)

[judgealife]

Fortunately, Malik, who was facing the other direction and fast putting distance between them, didn't see it.

"Yeaaah," he drawled, sneaking a glance at the guy. If he got any closer, he was going to have to consider actually getting on the horse to get away. For now, he walked briskly toward the gate that led to the main stable complex.

Bakura ... offers him beer? HE STOLE IT HIMSELF. 8D

[hauntedcrown]

It was indeed fortunate for Malik; Bakura's grinning was never a pleasant occurrence, but it Especially wasn't when he'd found an amusing target - which Malik was (at least for the moment). He had to get his fun where he could. Come on, boy. Play with the King of Thieves. Run with the wolves instead of being a sheep. Bakura doubted the other boy would, but really, it was fun to toy around with him.

"So tell me; what's your name? I'd hate to think I'd terrified a civilian without remembering my manners." Sarcasm? Yes, definitely.

Malik says NO I UNDERAGE ISIS KEEL ME

[judgealife]

"Guess," Malik said unhelpfully, halting the horse and unlengthening the stirrups. He glared at Bakura as he put his foot in the stirrup and hoisted himself into the saddle, grimacing at the pressure this put on certain areas.

He adjusted his reins and shifted around in the saddle to get more of a feel for it. Then, he glared again. "Leave me alone. If I wanted company, I would've joined one of the riding classes."

Bakura says what she doesn't know can't hurt him.

[hauntedcrown]

"I'd rather not," came the reply. Bakura raised an eyebrow, observing how the boy moved on the horse. Had he never been on one in his life? "You're holding the reins wrong. The horse is going to throw you off if you ride like that."

He only chuckled at Malik's demand to be left alone. "Sorry, kid. It's not that easy," he replied. "If I did what everyone else told me, I could hardly be called the King of Thieves, now, could I?"

Malik says the chipmunks and the acorns are her friends.

[judgealife]

"King of what?" Malik laughed outright at that, ignoring the warning. "You look barely old enough to be a prince, and too scruffy to be even that."

Nudging the horse's sides with his heels, he tried not to sway as the motion began, clutching the reins tighter than was needed. He'd watched Isis and Rishid ride the horses that they owned back in Egypt for years but it hadn't ever interested, and now he realized for good reason: it was uncomfortable.

Bakura says there's something very wrong with that.

[hauntedcrown]

Bakura raised an eyebrow; had nobody heard of him here? Oh, well. That just made a challenge, and Bakura thrived on those. Half the reason he'd become so well-known was the lure of taking on a defense system someone had foolishly bragged to be impossible to get through. Even when he'd been captured, he'd still gotten past the security measures put in place. "You'd be surprised at what I can do," Bakura grinned, snickering at the poor way Malik was riding.

"When you fall off, I'm going to laugh at you. Just so you know." What? It was fair warning - except for the part where Bakura might just push the other boy off himself.

Malik says sometimes a sheep just needs to be pushed through the fence.

[judgealife]

"Do it somewhere else. The other side of campus, maybe."

Malik's amusement was short-lived as he tried to adjust the way he sat somewhat so he wasn't tipping forward and ever close to the horse's neck and the hooves beneath it. Still, it was better than walking and being stalked by this whackjob.

Bakura likes sheep. They taste good. :>

[hauntedcrown]

"Hmm..." Bakura tilted his head back to look at the sky, as though he were honestly considering listening to Malik. "No. You're too fun to annoy." Then again, honesty wasn't something a thief needed at any time, so it was a rather moot issue.

As amusing as this boy was, however, Bakura didn't feel like watching him break his neck (it'd be more trouble than amusement in this place, frankly), so he reached out, intending to jerk Malik back slightly so that he was sitting properly. "Not like that, either, unless you've got a death wish."