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the_campus2013-08-25 10:27 pm
obeytherod) wrote in the_campus2013-08-25 10:27 pm
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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.))
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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[Bakura stared at him curiously. He couldn't be that silly, could he?]
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What? Why would I do that?
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You're trying to be 'good', right? It's rude not to eat everything he gives you.
[Just gonna yoink some of that fish.]
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You idiot! Are you trying to blow my cover?
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[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.
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[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!
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[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!
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Aren't we supposed to be partners?! What about our collateral!
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[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?!
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...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.]
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[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.]
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[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?
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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...?
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[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...
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[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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[He sets the bread down on the table for the other boy, waiting for his answer. Still, it surprised him that Namu had eaten it all. He had seemed a little hesitant before. Well, maybe he was scared into it? Or he just wanted to be polite. Either way.]
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For the rest of the meal, which isn't long at all, Malik is quiet as he works on eating the very last bit of his soup, per Bakura's instructions. Once he's all finished he leans back, satisfied.]
That was great!
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[Ryou graciously took the bowls to the kitchen, washing them up quickly before putting them away. Well, it sure beats eating alone, so that's something.]
I'll just be a minute.
[Or possibly longer since the odds of him showering easily with his leg like this aren't too good.
Well, a few minutes later, a naked Yami Bakura comes out of the showe and goes to get dressed, not really caring about the other person in the room.]
I guess I should thank you for trusting me enough for that.
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... [Ugh. How much longer is he going to have to keep up this act? Hopefully the other Bakura will come out soon, because Malik felt like scheming.
Luckily, his hopes are answered when he hears that distinct difference in Ryou's voice coming from behind him.]
I'd rather you-- [He turns his head, and before Malik can even process what he's seeing his eyes glance downwards at the other man's nether regions, almost like how a trainwreck draws the gaze of passerby's. He looks away right after, letting out an indignant noise and covering his eyes.]
What the hell are you doing walking around like that?! Get dressed!
[His cheeks are darkening. He can feel it.]
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What, you're suddenly so shy? Don't tell me you've never seen a man naked before.
[Bakura grinned, heading towards the dressers and rifling through them for some clothes. After rifling through them for a moment, he settled on some loose trousers, a white t-shirt and-]
Have I lost that coat forever?
[His words were filled with amusement.]
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[A bit begrudgingly, he replies to that coat comment.] You can have it back...later. I just needed something to change into last night.
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[Drawing his still-damp hair back, he held his shirt in his teeth for a moment, speaking in a muffled way through it.]
I don't care. Keep it if you want. If not, I'll grab it back whenever you're done with it.
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I'm not interested in keeping it.
[He gets up, heading over to the drawers himself to look for a new shirt. With that nasty bruise on his side, he doesn't feel like showing off his midriff. So instead, he puts on a plain black wifebeater, tucks it in, and then layers his usual hooded vest over top.
With the coat off, and having kept his back turned away from Bakura the whole time, he tosses it at him.]
Here.
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[He caught it, looking amused at Malik's moodswing. Ah, it was so easy to get under his skin here. How perfect. Though he supposes he shouldn't push him too far. Pulling his own shirt on, he slings the trenchcoat over his shoulders, feeling the odd comfort that long coats seemed to bring. Ah, familiarity. This body truly did feel good.]
After all, you'd have had to wear my 'ugly' clothing to go wash yours every day.
Though if you think my host's taste is so bad, you could always try becoming a fashion consultant.
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Oh, very clever, Bakura. Are you done now? [Despite the sarcasm, he smirks.] I wanted to talk about something important before you sidetracked me.
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