[MINGLE ] And many happy returns to you, Bakura!

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

[Has a creepy, stalkerish or just plain rude valentine made it under your doorstep? Probably, at least until Bakura got lazy and stopped bothering. Regardless, do you want to express how you feel about said valentine to him? Then this is the place to do so!]

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[whitescalesbigmouth]

...Is this seriously supposed to be some kind of joke?!

[Considering she's never even experienced this Valentine's Day thing before, Saft's kinda well annoyed by how lewd a majority of the things were on the card that made it under her doorstep.]

Of all the disgusting, horrid things he could of...Just wait till I get my hands on him!

[fluffydeathdealer]

...And then what?

[The voice echoes down the hall from where the spirit in question is leaning, a malicious smile on his face.]

Don't leave me hanging!

[whitescalesbigmouth]

...Ever wanted to know what the sound of your own bones crunching sound like?

[She's bluffing of course. She's not that kind of dragon.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Heh... You're seriously trying to threaten me with my host's pain? My bones rotted away centuries ago! You can't hurt me even if you try!

[He grins wide in response to that.]

Besides... I've heard bones being eaten before.

[fluffydeathdealer]

[He has the feeling he's pissed a lot of people off today. Maybe he should lie low.

...nah, fuck it, he's going to just hang out on the roof overlooking the courtyard, where he can much easier jump off if he needs to. And laugh. A lot. Really, you can probably hear his laughter from half of the building.]

Heheheheh...HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

[The scribbled note had been an unexpected and unpleasant surprise. Not so much because of what was written inside. That simply had the Courier rolling her eyes. But that he had sussed out where she was staying was the more worrisome thought. Perhaps she'd try and talk Snake into switching rooms. But that could wait.

For now, she had a valentine to return. Off to hunt down a spirit.

Who was surprisingly easy to find. Sibyll merely had to look up, and there he was, cackling. With a roll of her eyes, she wads the paper up and with a spectacular swing, launches it squarely at his face.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Ow-!

[The wad of paper hits him just shy of his eye and he exclaims in surprise, grabbing at it. Jeez, that made his eye water. Taking the ball of paper from where it's fallen in his lap, he unfolds it, recognizes the words and grins.]

Yo, Sibyll-chan~ Figured it out, huh?

[That aim of hers was pretty good... Maybe she should join a sports club.

...he's already braced for vaulting up and running.]

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

[So what if the Legionaries had found her spear-throwing skills to be hysterical? The damn things were just so heavy they hampered her aim significantly. On the other hand, give her a baseball and she could keep a bionic dog entertained for hours.]

Wasn't that hard to guess, cupcake. You're the only person around here who would even write something like that.

[Now that she felt properly vindicated, Sibyll leaned against a pillar in the courtyard and grinned up at him.]

[whiterosefoes]

[Harriet had gotten her (actually sincere???) Valentine in person earlier. Well, he dropped it on her head and walked off, but. Still.

Getting something like this manages to be even more surreal than if she'd just gotten creeping like everyone else. She keeps taking it back out of her pocket to look at it and confirm that yes, it actually happened- she really did get a hand-drawn rose and vaguely threatening (yet this is his idea of sappy?) friendship confession. From an evil spirit. THOUGH SHE GUESSES HE IS OK TOO FOR AN EVIL SPIRIT?

her life. what is it.

The weird face she's making may compel other Valentine Victims of Bakura's to ask and commiserate, but she will be so awkward. ]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[FRIENDSHIP IS FOR THE SOFT AND FLUFFY, DAMMIT. The mere existence of it was sappy, let alone the admittance!]

What, you liked it that much?

[And guess who happens to be watching?]

If I knew you felt so intensely about me, I'd have put more effort into it!

[His voice is deeply amused.]

[whiterosefoes]

Gah... [How long had he been watching her? Was he following her? What the shit, man.]

What happened to never speaking of this again!?

[deckers]

[ Making his way into the lounge, clearly skittish, Matt gets to work on the vending machine. He's done this many times before back home so he knows how to get the panel open and how to mess around with the wires; however, he isn't as quick or efficient as he normally is due to the fact that he's constantly looking over his shoulder and at the room's entrance. There isn't much he can do if Bakura decides to follow through with the threat but he can at least run, right? Maybe? Possibly? ]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Yo, Matt-chan~.

[The malicious voice echoes from the doorway, where the spirit is leaning against the doorframe suddenly. Truthfully, his reason for being there was nothing to do with his threat, but since Matt appears to be focused on the door a lot, he'll assume he's successfully freaked him out.]

You look a little tense! Did something happen?

[deckers]

[ Matt practically yelps, dropping his screwdriver and watching it roll under the machine. Shaking his head, he darts to the side of the machine, placing it between them both. ]

No! No. Just... woke up on the wrong side of bed, is all.

[ Short, nervous laughter. ]

[obeytherod]

[He was actually enjoying his poem quite a bit. That is, until about halfway down. Then he just barely manages resist to crumpling his stupid poem up. But by the time he's done with it he's doing just that and tossing it irritably aside.]

...There's nothing wrong with my butt.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Hehehe.

[Grabbing the note, he uncrumples it, smirking.]

I don't recall saying there was~! I'm actually pretty fond of your butt. What there is of it.

[obeytherod]

Feh. Well that's just too bad. It's off-limits now.

[He doesn't seem to be joking, either.]

[stealshinies]

[Eh, what's this? Who's been slipping notes under his door?

Well, he better go trick some asshole into reading it for him. He could do it himself--he's been learning--but that'll take too long.]

[shadowscall]

[To say that Kai was irritated to wake up to this as his first valentine in ages was the understatement of the year. A while later, a hastily constructed plushie of Bakura flies through a portal to land outside of the Creeper's door before bursting into flame.

Kai's just going to grab a pack of cards out of the machine while that takes care of itself.]

1/2

[fluffydeathdealer]

[HOLY SHIT WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT-]

What-?!

[That... looks like a plushie. A familiar plushie. And it's on fire. He really hates fire. Even if it doesn't terrifying him as much as it did right after Ra, it still makes him uncomfortable, and that is an effigy of him there. Bakura just nopes right out of this, falling over on his backside and staring before scrambling back into the dormitory and slamming the door behind him. What the hell-?!]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[By the time he's steeled himself to peek out again, the plushie is nothing but a pile of ash on the ground. Bakura stares at it expressionlessly for a long moment. Who would have done such a thing?

No, it's obvious. There's only one person who's seen just how he reacts to fire. And even if there wasn't, the fact that it had arrived there seemingly by itself spoke more than words could. Retrieving a plastic bag, he gathers the ashes up and heads for Kai's apartment.

Luckily for him, Kai is still in the lounge and the locked door stands there alone for him to mess with. It takes some time for him to pick the lock, but eventually-]

Heheh-!

[-it simply clicks open, swinging slowly open to reveal the empty room behind it. Smiling malevolently, he heads into the dormitory. It's not a difficult job he has in mind. The lockpicking was the hard part. He simply draws back the sheets of Kai's bed and scatters the ashes underneath. Grabbing a spare piece of paper, he scribbles a note and pins it to the underside of the blankets.

"Remember that I know where you sleep, Shade-kun. Happy Valentine's Day."

And with that, he casually puts the blankets back in place. Really, he was just lucky the damn dog wasn't here... but that's just one more step of fate on his side. Leaving the dormitory, he just pulls the door shut behind him. Alas, if only he could hear Kai's reaction...]

[shadowscall]

[Kai's so busy flipping through the cards he got that he's almost forgotten about his little gift to the Creeper. He ended up with at least two new dragons, and the fact that one of them is the Light and Darkness Dragon has him amused and annoyed by turns. In fact, he almost walks by his door entirely before his brain clicks and he stops, reaching out with his free hand to turn the knob. It's not until the door opens that he remembers he locked it.

Wait.]

...Hey, Tenar? You here?

[Because of course the kid came back and just forgot to lock it, right? Except he doesn't answer and it's clear from how empty just the living room feels that no one's here. Kai shoves the cards in a back pocket before closing the door, frowning. There's no way that-

Actually, with his luck, there is. He checks around, not finding a single thing out of place...until he gets to the bedroom. Seeing that his bed looks a little lumpy, he eases up to it and slowly lifts the blankets. To his relief - sort of - all he sees is a note, and under the sheets, ashes.]

Perfect.

[Knowing that Bakura's been in here raises the hairs on the back of his neck, with that note not helping matters at all. He scowls at the nickname before crumpling the paper into a ball.]

Just wait until-

[Kai shakes his head, tossing the balled up note into a corner before he goes back out to lock the door. Work on his 'project' first, clean up later.]

[adarkjudge]

[Hi, Bakura, have a die.]

Good morning, Yokai-kun~.

[fluffydeathdealer]

[OI WHAT. Come on, who the hell do you think you are, Otogi?]

...oi. Is that how you've decided to start greeting me now?

[adarkjudge]

You're the one who slipped that little love note under my door. Was I supposed to greet you in a different way?

[Dark leans up against the wall, one hand casually tossing the puzzle up and down while the other rests in his pocket.]