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Nov 29, 2009 15:19

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.
( Half-familiar places. )

bakura, malik ishtar

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judgealife December 1 2009, 00:40:45 UTC

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 December 1 2009, 01:15:48 UTC

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 December 1 2009, 08:44:24 UTC

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 December 1 2009, 08:53:32 UTC

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.

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