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

[obeytherod]

[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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[obeytherod]

Gah! [That did it. Malik lets go of Bakura's wound and hunches over, cringing as he his arm around his side. The kneeing been a spot-on kidney shot, and left him gasping.]

Ghhh... [He lets his head just rest against the armrest. Malik was never a physical fighter. If he were, he wouldn't need the Millennium Rod so badly.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[The sudden release takes him by surprise and he hits the floor with a thud. Unlike Malik, Bakura is very much capable of fighting hands-on when he has to. But he is injured, and his body is exhausted from earlier. While Bakura is capable of ignoring a massive amount of strain and forcing their body beyond its limits, even he can tell it's not going to hold up if he keeps causing trouble. His feet rest against Malik's thigh as he lies on the floor, breathing heavily. One hand moves to the injury that Malik had been clawing at, feeling the blood dripping from it.

It feels rather good.]

Haah. [The laugh comes out almost croakily.] That was probably the stupidest fight of my life.

[obeytherod]

...Bastard... [Is all Malik can answer, being too busy as he continues to reel over the sharp, although fading, pain in his side. As brief as it was, it had been intense enough to draw a few tears out of him. They weren't too noticeable though, what with the way his head was being hung right now.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[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.

...Malik's tears taste of salt and eyeliner.]

[obeytherod]

... [Malik's eyes widen when Bakura suddenly approaches, but it's nothing compared to abject look of shock and disgust on his face when he feels that tongue run up his cheek and under his eye.]

Hh--?! [He doesn't even know how to respond to that, the words caught in his throat as he stares wild-eyed at Bakura now laying on the bed.]

[That bastard...he'll get him back for that! Even if it's through Ryou!]