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[[Backdated to December 31st.]]As he'd expected, the wound in his leg had left the king of thieves limping for a little over a week. Now, he'd had to walk enough of a distance that the steady, familiar ache had greeted him once again and he was leaning across the hallway from Bakura's door

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Malik was glad to be out of the apartment for once. It was only in escaping that place that he realized how much it smelled of alcohol and sweat and blood. None of those were things he found offensive, mind, but it was still refreshing to be back around the more subtle stench of humanity as opposed to the combined scent of his life mingling with the Bakuras'.

He kept one hand on the Rod, though he was eager to go inside. He knew that it was pretty much guaranteed he'd be recognized, but with the Item that wasn't much of an issue. He was planning on many things locking this whole incident out of the weakest Bakura's mind anyway when they left. (If he left anyone there alive at all. The night was young, and he wasn't going to limit his options.)

As far as being able to cause mayhem, though, he was at a disadvantage. He wanted wasn't much better off than Bakura. The wounds in his back had only healed to the point that they didn't pull open when he moved too much; they still hurt and they still made doing anything with his arms

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For the most part, Bakura was able to convince himself that Malik would try to behave, even though there were no guarantees now that the other had... his Rod. His, but wasn't he being nice letting Malik play for a while? He doubted anyone else would understand the good deed and again, he'd go unrecognized. That, though, was their mistake and he actually pitied them.

"Open it?" he repeated, clearly in disbelief. He shook his head, "This entire thing is your fault. You suffer the consequences and knock on the fucking door." Malik had been the one to decide that they needed to 'play' on his birthday. It was a nice change of pace to see him end up being the one that was injured worse, but Bakura certainly wasn't going to show him any sympathy. "I should have made you carry me here."

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Carry him? The idea was degrading and it made the cuts on his back ache just to think of it.

Malik rounded on him slowly. "You wanted to go to the party," he replied. "This boy is a Bakura, ne?" His smirk faded a little in irritation. "Besides, you're the thief, can't you pick the lock?"

He edged him slowly towards the wall. "Isn't that something you're good at....?"

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"I'm good at everything," came Bakura's sarcastic reply as he made no move to actually stand up, "but yes, I can pick the lock. That doesn't mean I will do it." He narrowed his eyes, "The wound on my leg doesn't seem to be getting any better. Are you secretly picking at it while I sleep or something?"

He didn't mean it, it was more just a bitter idea, though it wasn't exactly something he could put past the other.

Maybe he could yell for the other Bakura?