[Being on the floor made it easier to see those tears, however. Bakura's eyes widened as he moved, drawing his legs to the ground in order to rise to his knees. Oh, Malik. Poor, silly, foolish Malik.
Reaching up, he angles himself so his lips almost brush against Malik's cheek.]
That's true...
[Liiiiiiiick ★.]
...you aren't the only one that can play dirty.
[And with that whisper, he rises to his feet and stumbles over to the bed, flopping down on it with his back to Malik. If he can't lie on the couch, he'll lie somewhere else.
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Reaching up, he angles himself so his lips almost brush against Malik's cheek.]
That's true...
[Liiiiiiiick ★.]
...you aren't the only one that can play dirty.
[And with that whisper, he rises to his feet and stumbles over to the bed, flopping down on it with his back to Malik. If he can't lie on the couch, he'll lie somewhere else.
...Malik's tears taste of salt and eyeliner.]