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[malikah_ishtar]

[After getting into a petty argument with Dawn, Malikah is now stomping through the halls, pushing into people and Millennium Rod-ing them if she runs into anyone. Generally in a very bad mood and being more of a bitch than usual.

COME HITHER IF YOU WISH.]

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[thisisegypt]

[Sparta does not come hither, he stands like a pillar and does not budge!]

Something wrong? [There was a very large amount of venom in his voice seeing as this was a double of that horrendous God-King but it was a woman and he was not that kind of man.]

[malikah_ishtar]

[Oh gods that means. That means it was totally a Bakura and ffffffff. She tenses and feels sick, but the light feeling in her gut still persists.]

Forgive me if I'm not immediately trusting of strangers.

[thisisegypt]

Not many are very trusting of me in the beginning, you are forgiven. Now, what has gotten you so worked up? I might just be able to take care of it.

[Well technically he couldn't but it was the thought that counted, right?]

[malikah_ishtar]

Can you rewrite history? Change the course of time? Eliminate episodes of memory? [She scoffs and grips the Rod tightly in a fist.] Actually if you could, I might have you rewrite my entire life.

[thisisegypt]

[Sparta laughed.]

That's quite a bit of problems, Malikah. Maybe you would do best to take it one at a time. Would you care for something to eat?

[He's starving, himself.]

[malikah_ishtar]

... why not.

[She's not really hungry since she has crazystupid eating habits, but it couldn't hurt.]

Where to?

[thisisegypt]

The cafe of course.

[He's going to offer his arm but Malikah is more than welcome to deny the act.]

[malikah_ishtar]

[She glares at the proffered arm; it's one of the same gestures she made to Space while she was tormenting her, after all. Still, it might not hurt to have someone who can attest to a positive reputation for her so she... hesitantly takes his arm.]

[thisisegypt]

[Sparta just offers a smile back at her and once she took his arm he began heading towards the cafe.]

[malikah_ishtar]

[She looks away from that smile and flushes furiously and ffff she feels ridiculous. She just follows along, not in the mood for idle chatter.]

[thisisegypt]

[That's fine with him but he did happen to catch that blushing. They reach the cafe soon and he finds them somewhere to sit. He even pulls the chair out for her.]

[malikah_ishtar]

[...

IT'S FOR THE ACT IT'S FOR THE ACT. She resists grumbling and sits in the chair, but pulls it in herself thank you very much. But then she's not sure what to order, since she's... never come to the café before.]

[thisisegypt]

[He just lets her do so before going to his own seat and after setting down his shield and spear, sat down.

There's menus on the table but Sparta already knows what he's going to get.]

[malikah_ishtar]

[Is this silence awkward yet. It's starting to get awkward for Malikah she doesn't like it.]

So what will you be having?

[She'll probably just order soup or something. She doubts this place would have kushari.]

[thisisegypt]

The same thing I always have. Steak. [Duh.]

[malikah_ishtar]

[Bleh. Bakuras and their meat.]

I'll just have a peach soup.