[[ 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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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 ( ... )
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He twisted Bakura's shaggy hair in his fingers, pulling him down harder to lick his ear, and then letting him go. The girl had seemed content to look away earlier, and besides, he hardly cared what her opinion of this was. If she was uncomfortable, so much the better; it would only draw him closer to her.
[Tag, Bakura :X]
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He gave a small grunt, though he caught himself before he got too loud. He didn't want to scare the girl off yet. "I'm getting blood all over my nice furniture," he noted, pulling away from Malik with a taunting grin as he finish off his beer.
[Tag, Malik. ; ~; I spelled it donut to fit in.]
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"Mmm, so," he looked at her, moving to draw her attention directly to him. "The magician teaches you tricks? Can you show me any?" He tilted his head. "And why are you going to school?" Of course he meant that only for days when she didn't have a persistent tagteam trying to corrupt her.
He wondered idly how long it would take before they managed that. (Naturally, Bakura would probably tire of the game and Malik would be left with all the work, but that's why he was the Darkness's emissary.) A few months? A year? Would it be gradual?
[Blame Dunkin' Donuts :<
Tag, Mana!]
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He leaned back over the chair, resting his head against Malik's. He was out of beer again and bored. Listening to her ramble on about school didn't mean much to him; he still had yet to grasp the concept of the Japanese education system.
The mention of food made him perk up, as he realized he'd been drinking on an empty stomach. Still, that led to him thinking about drinking and he ended up saying, "I really just want vodka."
[Tag, Malik!]
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"Nothing with a filling," he said. "Why don't you get us some with white sugar on them?" He wasn't all that familiar with donuts, but he'd tried a couple; might as well stick to that.
He was watching the staff, though, wondering what sort of power it had and where it had come from. Similar to the Items, perhaps?
[Tag, donut girl Mana!]
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"I hope it worked! Are there twelve in there?" She asked, tilting her head slightly to Malik. She remembered vaguely that Bakura had said something about vodka earlier. That was a liquor right? "Bakura, you wanted vodka? It's clear, isn't it?"
Mana wanted so desperately for them to like her as a friend that she was willing to conjure up an entire bottle, unopened, of vodka for Bakura. Normally she would have never thought of doing such a thing, but...for new friends? She would do almost anything for friendship.
[Tag, Bakura!]
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"Yes, it's clear," he told her, moving around and opening the box on Malik's lap. He took one without filling and took a bite, swallowing it before he moved to sit down himself.
[ Tag, Mana ]
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But now? Yes, she was hungry. Very hungry. And she was sure her stomach growling could be heard all the way to Yami no Malik and Thief King Bakura.
She settled for focusing on bringing the Thief his much wanted alcohol. With a few steadying breaths, she felt the cushion beside her weigh down a bit as a full bottle of vodka appeared. She picked it up, just feeling awkward holding the bottle, before handing it to Thief King. "Here you go! It's right, isn't it?
[Tag, Bakura!]
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"Yes, it's right." He glanced to Malik now, leaning over and waving the bottle in his face. "You should learn to do that. Then I wouldn't have to get up at all to get drunk~ You'd just poof it here for me." He pulled the bottle back to him before Malik could knock it out of his hands and took another drink.
"It would certainly make you more useful than you are now."
[Tag, Malik~]
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Still, he seemed to finish his donut peacefully. When it was gone, though, he lashed out, punching Bakura across the jaw. "Maybe if it got up once in a while, I'd want to cater to it."
[Tag, Bakura]
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Preserve that for later (though leaving it where Malik could grab it and break it probably wasn't in his best interest).
He stood up then, grabbing Malik by the hair and dragging him to the floor. "What the hell was that supposed to mean?"
[Tag, Malik!]
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Malik laughed, and reached up--well, 'reached' as in 'punched'--Bakura's crotch, following that up with another blow to the thief's gut. Never mind if he got yanked around, so long as he hurt the bastard. Maybe he'd cut his face off, too....
"Oi, aren't you worried about our guest?"
[Tag, Bakura]
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"Our guest isn't in pain," he growled, "so no. I'm not really worried about her."
[Tag, Malik~]
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The bottle didn't break, luckily, but it would leave a really nasty bruise and for a minute or two Malik couldn't really move that arm. So instead, he stood up and turned for the kitchen, where the knives were.
[Tag, Mana!]
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