Joint Post! Like an Old Married Couple

[fluffydeathdealer]

[From just outside the jungle's trees, near the mountainside, some bickering can be heard:]

Here. It's probably fresher than you'd like, but it's all we have.
...I can't eat that, Bakura.
You don't have the option to be picky, Malik!
No...I really can't, you fool!
Tch... I can cook it a bit more, but we have to be careful, or the smoke from the fire will give us away!
Ughh...can't you find some fruit? Just look up.
Do you want to die? If someone finds you while I'm out looking for fruit, you'll have worse problems than having to eat meat.
But Bakura... [Malik sounds a bit like he might be ill.] My stomach...
O-oy! Hold on a little longer, okay? I'll see if I can find something close by. I'll stay within earshot, so if someone approaches, scream.
Just get a couple...I don't need that much.
Be quiet, you idiot. You need to eat something. [He chomps down on the meat Malik refused to eat.]
Well? I can't eat anything if you don't go get something!

((ooc: So! Tags will come from both Bakura and Malik. If we're going to tag you with both on a turn we'll put a "1/2" in the subject line, otherwise it's just one at a time. Also since the two of them are injured, we just ask that nobody with magic healing powers comes along to heal them up and stuff. Thanks!

Warnings for adult content in some threads.))

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[fluffydeathdealer]

[Don't look? Oh, Malik, you fool. If you'd stayed silent, he likely wouldn't have noticed. As it is, he glances around, admiring the curves of Malik's posterior smugly.]

What? Are you ashamed of your body, Malik?

[obeytherod]

I enjoy my privacy. [He says flatly, pulling on his pants next. Malik was utterly unaware that Bakura had looked.]

Anyway, I'm done. I should probably change my bandages now...

[And by that he means you should probably change his bandages.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Hoh? I guess that's not too beneath you, then.

[Just gonna go get the bandages. He's kinda used to this by now.]

Get comfortable, then.

[obeytherod]

Why would it? [Privacy was a privilege! Malik knew this well enough, considering where he grew up.]

[Still sitting by the stream's shore he adjusts his legs so that they're tucked off to his side instead of splayed in front of him.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

You didn't want me to help you wash, but you're fine with this...

[Even though it's much more vulnerable to you. It would be easy to rip this wound right open... heh.

You're lucky, Malik... I like you better alive.

Even though he was annoying, that thought flickered through his mind. Sinking down to kneel beside him, he strips the older bandages away with practiced care.]

[obeytherod]

Oh, I thought you were talking about something else... [He mumbles, annoyed at the misunderstanding, even if it was his own fault.] Anyway, this is different.

[Like the last several times, Malik raises his arms up just enough to clear way for Bakura to work. And just like those last several times, even the slight removal of the bandages causes Malik great, squirming discomfort.]

Nnh...

[fluffydeathdealer]

[His fingers ghost over the healing wound, feeling it gently for any signs of it having ruptured. Finding none, he quickly cleans and redresses it.]

Different...? Why? Isn't it more dangerous?

[obeytherod]

[Even that ghosting of fingertips is enough to make Malik shudder, the touch sparking a horrible itching pain.]

Guhh...

Dangerous? [He pauses, and then realizes the implications. There's a flair of paranoia that flutters like a moth in his chest, but he quickly snuffs it out to the best of his abilities.] No...if you were going to do that, you would have just let me die in the first place.

[fluffydeathdealer]

You could always blame it on the bloodloss... heheh.

[The joke came easily, but he supposed it was time to at least let on a little of his thoughts. Not much, however.]

Sad, isn't it? When I saw you lying there like that, in such a helpless state among the rubble, it was as if I was looking at a corpse. If you hadn't moved, I would have left you behind. However, you clung to life even in that situation...

[obeytherod]

... [Malik prefers not to think about how close he had come to death, or how pathetic he might have looked lying there. He barely remembers the events leading right up to his wound, and has no idea what Bakura had done while he was out.

Even their talk in the jungle leading up to the school was a blur to him.

His words come out confident despite the topic.] I wouldn't die so easily, Bakura. I still have things I want to do.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Heheh. That spirit is why you're alive now.

[Yes, he is in fact implying that part of the reason he saved him was just because he enjoyed seeing him struggle for life.]

[obeytherod]

... [He'll take that as a compliment.]

Are you almost done? [Referring, of course, to his work on cleaning his wound.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Yeah. Just a second.

[Dressing on, bandages on. There they were.]

[obeytherod]

Mmmhmhm... [Malik looks down at his newly dressed wound, smiling.] Much better.

Now...what were you saying earlier?

[fluffydeathdealer]

[His lips twitch upwards into a smirk.]

Remember that I'm a thief, Malik. The easiest way to get information out of me is to offer it. Or to offer something else of value.

I'll be honest if you will. Nothing's free in this world unless you take it.

[Not that he really plans to be honest.]

[obeytherod]

Is that so? [He says with a light air of amusement, as if this were nothing more than a game.]

Then what would you have me tell you in exchange for knowledge on your other "plans"?

[fluffydeathdealer]

Why does it bother you that I have plans you don't know about?

[His answer is immediate and without concern.]

[obeytherod]

[Malik's own answer comes with the slightest hint of a warning.]

Because those plans might interfere with my own. And I can't have that.

[fluffydeathdealer]

You share your plans, don't you? Then my plans would obviously be worked around yours.

[obeytherod]

Unexpected things can happen. What if one of your plans interferes with a readjustment I have to make to one of my own?

[He narrows his eyes, giving Bakura a testing leer.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Then that's just too bad, isn't it?

[Bakura seems entirely unruffled by the idea.]

[obeytherod]

[He leans in, adamant.]

No. That's why you need to tell me!

[fluffydeathdealer]

Is that so... Well, then. I'm going to give you one reason why Karasu is useful.

Dragons can fly, Malik.

[obeytherod]

... [Despite how obvious that fact was, Malik hadn't realized it. His face loses some of its color in silent, visual shock.]

Well... [He starts, slowly trying to regain his composure.] ...it's not as if I permanently drove her away.

[Even if that had been his intention.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[And finally Malik sees the point. He isn't sure whether he wants to shake him or punch him more.]

That's true. Thanks to my damage control, she thinks you're just a little paranoid.