I'll be fine-- [But before he can finish the thought, Bakura makes that tasteless joke. Malik can feel his cheeks flushing, a combination of indignation and anger.
His tone is warning, and suddenly...Malik wishes Bakura still had that injury on his arm. He would dig his nails into it.]
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Wait, no it wasn't.]
I'll be fine-- [But before he can finish the thought, Bakura makes that tasteless joke. Malik can feel his cheeks flushing, a combination of indignation and anger.
His tone is warning, and suddenly...Malik wishes Bakura still had that injury on his arm. He would dig his nails into it.]
Tch--! I'm a man, Bakura! Don't push your luck.