'cuz i'm the punk rock, punk rock star!

[bringmemythrone]

[[ 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

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[sugar_spells]

An unbelievable amount of guilt sprouted in Mana's stomach when Mahaado-sama had wished for her to have a good day at school. It grew when Pharaoh-sama had done the same thing, since she knew that she was flat out lying to them. She took her usual route to school, until she found a bus stop that was far enough away that no one would notice and waited.

She shivered slightly, looking over the directions that she’d written down from Thief King. It was cold and she desperately wanted the bus to arrive. She wasn't the best with directions, but the ones that the Thief King had given her were pretty straightforward. She waited for the correct bus, got on, paid her fee, and sat down with far too many butterflies in her stomach.

She had no reason to be afraid. They kept telling her that over and over again and neither had done anything to hurt her yet although they'd been in a different country when she first 'met' them, so she really had no reason to be frightened. Maybe it was just the fact that this was the first big lie she remembered

[bringmemythrone]

Despite half-expecting it, the knock at the door startled Bakura and he paused, fingers pressed into his wound and looked over his shoulder at it. It didn't take him long to recall why someone would be knocking, and he slowly stood up, bringing his blood-covered fingers to his mouth and suckling on them for a moment until he was sure they were no longer coated in the red substance.

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

[sugar_spells]

Mana looked up and instantly felt terrible. Maybe she should have waited around for an hour or so, instead of showing up here as early as she had? Surely the Thief King wasn't ready for her to be here, since he did look like he had just gotten out of bed. "Good morning!"

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

[tothedust]

"Bakura is up early," Malik said, giving Bakura a smug grin. He stood up, glad that he was no longer being told to go 'fetch a beer', and sauntered over to the girl.

"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!]