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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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... [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.

What?

[Malik moves his bowl out of Bakura's way the next time he goes for some fish, and instead puts the natto in its place.]

If I eat it all, he'll think he didn't make enough. Or worse, give me seconds! I'm going to die if I eat any more of this...the fish flavour has seeped into everything!

Then I'll eat it for you! ...except for the natto.

[Getting up, he leant over the table to try to grab the bowl, looking at the natto with disgust in his eyes. Nope, not even he will eat that.]

Listen up! Ryou is extremely polite. He's going to think you very ill-mannered if you leave any of the food!

You're just trying to sabotage me! [Malik picks up the bowl, now holding it out of Bakura's reach.]

Aren't we supposed to be partners?! What about our collateral!

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Did you hurt your head as well as your side during that fight last night? I'm trying to help you!

[Vaulting up onto the table, ignoring Ryou's strained legs, he tries to grab the bowl from Malik.]

Why would I want to sabotage you?!

[Malik grits his teeth, and then...surprisingly submits the bowl to Bakura.]

...If you're lying to me, I'm going to kill you.

[Why would Bakura want to sabotage him...? Now was as good at time as any, he supposes, to use that "trust" of theirs. No matter how much he truly loathes it.]

...!

[Okay, that was unexpected. But he nods, taking the bowl and fiercely eating the rest of the fish and other remaining food before sitting down. ...the Natto just gets dumped, carefully hidden below the rest of the trash. Setting it back on the table in its right place, he picks up his soup bowl again and lets Ryou take over.]

Ah-! Namu-kun, are you alright?

[Ryou blinked at him, staring with wide-eyes. Namu didn't look hurt... Though he looked a little frustrated. Maybe his other self had just wanted something to eat?

...

Or maybe he was just being an ass. That was more likely.]

Sorry, sorry. I black out a little sometimes. Were you saying anything?

[Well at least that took care of the natto. Malik couldn't say he wasn't thankful for that. So far, Bakura doesn't seem to notice his now-empty bowls.]

Ah...Bakura-kun. [Malik does his best to clear the look on his face and smile.]

No, no...but um, I was wondering something. [He pulls his soup bowl over, looking down at it.] Do you not have any spoons, or bread...?

Bread...

[He has to think for a moment.]

I don't have any spoons, but I think we have bread. Just give me a moment.

[Well, at least Namu doesn't seem to have noticed anything too wrong. He just gets up to check the kitchen and comes back with a wrapped loaf of bread before pausing and noticing the empty bowls with a smile. He doesn't comment, but he does look pleased.]

Will this do? It's just white bread, though. I don't have any rye...

Ah, okay...

[So he waits.

When Bakura comes back over, Malik notices that smile. It seems the other Bakura hadn't been lying after all. Still, it was sort of a culture shock. He supposes he won't have to kill Bakura after all.]

[He nods and smiles in return at the bread.] That's perfect, thank you, Bakura-kun! I'm sorry for the trouble.

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