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I am Malik Ish-- I MEAN MY NAME IS NAMU.

[Malik had humoured the nurse, listened to her explanation until it made him burn with fury and he knocked her back with a telekinetic blast of his Millennium Rod. He storms out of the office mere moments later, letting out a frustrated cry.]

Rruhh! This cannot be! [Why this, in the middle of the Battle City tournament?! He was so close, so close to his revenge on the Pharaoh he could practically taste it, and now he was here. It made him so furious, and--]

[The teenager suddenly winces, bringing a hand to his head as an intense headache pounds at the forefront of his skull. He takes a moment then to calm himself, shaking for a bit before he finally straightens back up.]

[The Egyptian looks either way down the hall, silently hooking his Millennium Rod to his belt. Now was the worst possible time to be caught off guard like this. But for now he would just have to hope he could find a way out of here...and that he wouldn't bump into anybody who might recognize the Rod for what it really is. Then again, even if he did, he could always use the Rod to warp their mind into thinking it was nothing more than a decoration.

Still, he better play it safe and put on a nice face. After all, he was supposed to be Namu, not Malik.]

Ah...I really am lost! [He calls out innocently.]

((ooc: Here's his Permissions Post for anybody that missed it. I'll default to "no" on everything otherwise, and ask on a case-by-case basis.))

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[After being hit painfully in the side and having Bakura lick the tears off his face, Malik just...went to bed, furious, sore and with smudged eyeliner. He hid his Millennium Rod in a lone drawer and claimed the couch as his new bed, despite their being three other actual beds in the room.

He earned this couch. He wasn't going to give it up after the petty fight they had over it. Bakura could wake up realizing the couch was his. That, and the nasty bruise forming on his side made him less than willing to walk any further than he had to.]

[The light shining in through the window woke Ryou quicker than any alarm could have. He yawned, stretching as he sat up, and paused at the realization he was still wearing his clothes. Come to think of it, he didn't remember going to bed at all.

Oh no...

A quick glance around revealed the still figure of Namu lying on the couch. Well that was a very polite thing to do... but it couldn't be too comfortable. He sat up slowly, swinging his legs out of the bed and testing them. The pain was duller this time. More manageable, at least.

Okay, time to make sure Namu wasn't dead, and then go make breakfast. He'd need to go to the library later to find some recipes on foreign food once he figured out where Namu was from. For now, it was better to just get food sorted. At least he had the counter to lean on there.

If Malik was even asleep, he'd probably wake up at the variety of delicious smells coming from the kitchen.]

Nn... [Malik had been asleep, but the smell of food made his stomach grumble, causing him to stir as he realizes just how hungry he was.]

...? [Looking up from his spot on the couch, it took the bleary-eyed Egyptian a moment to remember where he was, and what had happened yesterday. That's right, he was stuck on this island now, and had formed a deal with Bakura last night--as well as fooled his host into taking him in.]

[Shifting to sit up fully now, Malik turns his head to spy over at what Bakura was doing. Well, he supposed he could manage to play Namu, even at this time of morning.] Bakura-kun, you're up already?

Good morning, Namu-kun! Did I wake you?

[The smell of fish and rice hovered in the air as he carefully prepared the food. Breakfast was an important affair. All of the basics had to be covered. Filling two bowls with rice, he carefully sets a fried egg on top of each, and sets them on the table. Next comes the soup, a plate each of carefully sliced and baked fish, adorned delicately with vegetables of all sorts of colours and wrapped in dried seaweed. And finally, his least favourite, natto. Top it all off with a cup of green tea for each and- voila.]

Are you hungry? If you don't like anything, just let me know; I can make you some waffles or something if you like.

Yes, but it's okay...

[Malik gets up, wincing slightly as he's painfully reminded of the bruise on his side. It's hardly crippling though, and more of a minor annoyance as he makes his way over to the table.]

I am! And I'm sure it'll be delicious, Bakura-kun. [Although...just the sight of that natto has him wrinkling his nose a bit.]

Ah-

[The wince worries him. Namu must have been more hurt than he thought by the journey through the jungle.]

Are you... [Hold on.] hurt...?

[The open trenchcoat - the very familiar one - is loose enough to leave the darkening bruise visible. That doesn't look like something a tree would do.]

I-I can get you an ice pack or something if you want.

Ah, no, no...I'm okay! [He waves his hands a bit, pulling his coat closed as if embarrassed that Bakura saw. Of course, he was actually more than a bit pleased. If Bakura was concerned for him, then keeping his cover would be easy.]

Let's just eat! We can worry about that later...

[Malik picks up the chopsticks at the side of his plate and...realizes he's holding chopsticks. The Egyptian grimaces slightly and then uses both his hands to try and deliberately position them the correct way between his fingers.

He wasn't even acting right now. He seriously had no idea how to use chopsticks.]

[It's impolite to laugh it's impolite to laugh-

It's not helped by the laughter he hears out of nowhere suddenly. Ignoring the deranged laughter inside of his head, he picks up his own chopsticks, deftly maneuvering them between his fingers with ease. Hopefully Namu will just see it and figure it out. If not...

Well, he'll teach him.]

Do you need help?

No... [Sounding a bit frustrated, Malik just decides to hold the two sticks parallel and balance food on top of them. Yeah, that'll work.

He glances over at the bowl of natto first...and then decides it smells, and probably tastes, as disgusting as it looks. So he just inches it away and concentrates on his main bowl, scooping up some rice, veggies and unbeknownst to him, fish, with his fork and carefully maneuvering it all to his mouth.

...Only to look suddenly disgusted. He brings a hand to his mouth, one eye squinted. F-fish...he hated meat! What was he supposed to do?! He can't just spit it out!]

[Oh dear. Poor guy. Ryou made a mental note to get some less-Japanese utensils later.

He didn't notice Malik's expression at first, too focused on calmly picking up his egg with his chopsticks and biting into it. Ah, delicious~! Heaping some of his rice onto his plate, he was distracted by the ill look on Malik's face and paused. Maybe it was too hot? Or maybe he wasn't used to the food. It might be too rich for him...]

Are you alright, Namu-kun? If you don't like it, I can make something else.

... [Malik bitterly swallows the food in his mouth. Ughhh, fish! He just hated the texture, the lingering aftertaste...he'd only had it a few times, and he never liked it!]

I'm fine...I just bit my tongue. [He shakes his head and smiles before he starts to discreetly rift through his dish, plucking out the bits of fish and placing them aside in the bowl.

Luckily, it was polite to leave some food behind in his culture. Although leaving behind an entire ingredient and eating the rest might come off as suspicious...so he'd be sure to leave some rice and veggies behind as well! After all, Namu was a polite, naive boy.]

Mmm... [When he finally digs into the rice and veggies, he seems to be enjoying the meal well enough, if still a bit thrown of by the difference in flavours.]

...

[Ryou graciously picked up his cup with both hands, cradling the boiling-hot handle-less cup between them and sipping at the hot fluid. Well, at least the guy seems to be enjoying the vegetables and rice. He makes a mental note not to bring so much food next time.

Thinking about it-]

Namu-kun, what sort of food do you like? If I can find recipes, I'll cook them for you next time.

[Malik pauses to take a sip of his tea as well, holding it in a similar fashion.]

You're too kind, Bakura-kun...you don't have to do that for me. [He smiles as he already mentally composes a list of dishes he enjoys.]

Really, it's alright. It's bad enough being stuck here for a while, so it's good to have some comforts, right?

[Ryou had to admit, the amount of food Malik was leaving behind was worrisome. Well, maybe he was going to eat it after he was done with the rest.]

Ah...I mean... [He pretends to seriously think on the matter before politely declining a second time.] You really don't have to, Bakura-kun.

...eh? Are you really sure?

[He just stares at Malik curiously.]

Well... if that's what you want.

[Gonna do it anyway.]

...

[...Wait. What the hell? You're supposed to let him reply to that third offer, not just go ahead and assume he would say no! A bit frustrated, Malik decides to just tell him anyway.]

Ah well...I actually enjoy koshary quite a bit.

Koshary...

[Brb writing that down. Huh, how odd of Namu to change his mind so suddenly. Well, it's not like he minds.]

Is there anything else? I'll go look for some recipe books this afternoon.

[...ugh. Natto. Well, he'll eat it. Even though it makes him feel sick.]

Ah, anything with vegetables, wheat, rice, and legumes really! I'm not picky.

[Unless you put meat on his plate. Then he's picky.]

But what you cooked is still delicious, Bakura-kun! The rice is perfect.

[Malik turns back to his bowl, eating to the bottom and leaving...all of the fish, plus a little of everything else. Next, he goes for the soup. Or, well...he looks for something to eat the soup with. No spoon...no bread?]

Ah, thank you! I'm glad you're enjoying it.

[Please, who eats bread with soup? Ryou just politely picked the soup bowl up in one hand, lifting it to his mouth and sipping at it.

Though-]

Oy. Are you an idiot? Finish your rice bowl.

[Bakura stared at him curiously. He couldn't be that silly, could he?]

[It takes Malik a moment to realize Bakura had switched out with his host, and he immediately scowls, ceasing in his search for a spoon.]

What? Why would I do that?

[He points his chopsticks at Malik impolitely.]

You're trying to be 'good', right? It's rude not to eat everything he gives you.

[Just gonna yoink some of that fish.]

--Tch! [Malik glowers at the sheer audacity that Bakura has to just take some of his food. Even if he didn't want it.]

You idiot! Are you trying to blow my cover?

Why would I? You're doing a good enough job after all.

[Yoink. That's some more fish gone, Malik...]

You can't just leave food on your plate if you're going to be polite. It'll make him think you didn't like it.

~Next Day~ (for fluffydeathdealer)

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