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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[obeytherod]

[While Bakura was gone, Malik took his advice and made something to eat. He wasn't much of a cook, and standing was still a bit laborious, so he just made a salad. A very garnished salad. Malik spared no expense with toppings, and now he sat contently at the table munching away with a fork.

The other teens absence had also allowed him some time to reflect on his goals, and the plans leading up to them. Maybe he should be focusing on getting off this island more...? After all, the real Pharaoh--and Rishid, his family--were waiting.

It seems Malik's good mood and confidence was returning. Maybe it was the food.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Bakura, on the other hand, had only grown more angry. His stormy return to the room is announced only by a thud as what appears to be an entire shelf's worth of motorcycle books and magazines lands on top of the table. If Malik's lucky, it won't have ruined his salad.

Wordlessly, he strides past Malik to go curl up on his bed with a book of his own. Not that he cares about it or anything. He just feels frustrated as hell and needs something to focus on.]

[obeytherod]

Oh! [Malik's whole bowl jumps an inch off the table, tossing some of what was inside onto the tabletop.] Watch ih--ohh...very good, Bakura!

[Even Malik can't stay angry when he sees so many books on his favourite not-Egyptian subject lying around! Pushing his food aside, he digs into the first one, not even noticing that Bakura leaves for the bed.

...It doesn't take long into reading before Malik starts talking.]

Bakura! They made a motorcycle with a giant front wheel...how could anybody even ride this thing?!

[fluffydeathdealer]

...

[That was the last voice he wanted to hear right now. But of course, Malik couldn't even read quietly.

He let his own book drop onto his face in a gesture of frustration. It takes him a moment to respond, and when he does, his voice is slightly muffled by the book.]

I don't know, Malik. I've never ridden a bike before, motor or not.

[obeytherod]

...You haven't? Keh heh, Bakura, you're missing out! [Malik buries his eyes back into the book for a moment.]

Ohh...so the original motorcycle was actually steampowered...in the 1860s. I never knew they were so old...

[Flipping through some pages.] Ah...look at this model! I want it...!

[fluffydeathdealer]

...

[Bakura rolls over, letting the book fall to the ground with a thud, as he stares at Malik.

It's... kind of adorable. He's never seen Malik so excited over anything before. It's a pity the subject bores the hell out of him. Maybe the kid's in a good enough mood for him to make a joke.]

Heh. Maybe when we get back, you should show me what I'm missing.

[obeytherod]

The 1962 Triumph Bonneville....even its name is perfect! [Malik looks about ready to rip the page out and stick it on his wall to masturbate to. Seriously.]

[When Bakura makes that little proposition, he looks up and over at him with a toothy grin.]

Keh heh...after we defeat the Pharaoh, I wouldn't mind going on a well-deserved joy ride.

[fluffydeathdealer]

...Malik...

[Right now, Malik looks almost... ordinary. He looks like an everyday (if far too pretty) teenager who isn't driven by hatred and anger. He's not quite sure he likes it. Seeing him happy is one thing, but this is almost like looking at a different person.]

I'd make a joke, but I don't feel like ruining your mood right now. What do you even enjoy so much about those things? They're just machines, right?

[obeytherod]

What do I enjoy about them? What's not to enjoy!

[Malik turns the book towards Bakura, showing off a picture of the bike he had been looking at.]

...The feeling of the wind in your hair, and the rumbling of the engine between under fingertips. It's fast and powerful...keh...and I mean, just look at it!

This bike represents everything I've ever wanted. ...Out of material things, anyway.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Huh?

[Getting up, he crosses over to where Malik is, taking the book briefly to look at it.]

It doesn't look all that impressive to me... but I guess it must look better in real life.

[Though Malik's description of it doesn't sound too bad. Powerful, huh? Interesting. He speaks almost absent-mindedly after a moment.]

I think... I used to ride horses. But I never really made the transfer from horses to machines... so when they stopped being commonly used, I just started walking around whenever I needed to. I've never even learnt to drive.

[obeytherod]

[Malik frowns a bit at Bakura when he apparently doesn't find the bike impressive, but luckily his next words interest Malik enough to let it pass.]

Horses, huh? Well...I could always show you how to drive. Keh...but you're not touching my bike. So we'd have to find you one of your own.

I think once you have your hands on the motor...you'll understand. It's not unlike a horse. It's a powerful being that you have to tame!

[fluffydeathdealer]

Hm... [That actually doesn't sound too bad. He can see why Malik would be impressed, if they have that same feeling to them.]

Heheh. I'll bow to you on this one, 'Sensei'. Learning a skill like that might be interesting.

[obeytherod]

[Malik smirks again, looking quite pleased at the prospect.]

Keh. That makes me wonder if we could find a bike around here. It would be useful in exploring more of this island. But we'd have to get an all-terrain one to do that. Hmm...

[He takes a thoughtful bite of his previously forgotten salad.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

I doubt it. Where the hell would you even find something like that here?

[Though it's not an unpleasant prospect. Malik's right... It'd definitely make exploring easier. With transport readily available, they'd be able to get anywhere on the island within a few minutes.]

But we should at least look.

[obeytherod]

Hmm...maybe there's a garage somewhere. If not, the gymnasium might have something. [Malik hadn't exactly explored he school, despite having been here for just under two weeks.]

...Or we could just check every room.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Why not? We may as well look around.

[He hands the book back to him carelessly. His host's only attempts to explore were always interrupted, so it made sense.]

[obeytherod]

[Malik takes it back with much more care than Bakura put in, placing the book back amongst the others.

Suddenly, his face twists into a scowl.] ...If only this damn wound would heal! After all this time, I'm still stuck.

[He wants to go look for a bike...and ride it! It's not fair!]

[fluffydeathdealer]

It can't be helped. After being torn open again the other day, you're lucky it didn't get infected... But it'll give you something to look forward to, won't it?

Besides, at least there's ways to entertain yourself here in the meantime.

[obeytherod]

...Don't remind me. [Malik turns his face away, taking another bite out of his salad.]

I want less things to look forward to, and more things to happen-- [He pauses, glancing back over at Bakura. His mind, of course, jumps to the last time Bakura had offered him "entertainment".]

...Oh yeah?

[fluffydeathdealer]

Right now, you can't move around much. However...

[His lips quirk into a slight smile.]

You're less annoying when you're happy. If there's something you want to do, you've only got to ask... and I might just indulge you.

[obeytherod]

[So Bakura was going to make him ask for what he wanted, then? Okay...he could do that.

Malik's confident look falters slightly, if only for a moment.]

Ohh...is that so? So you want me to boss you around today? Keh heh! In that case...I want...uh...

[And now he just looked nervous. Apparently, it was easier thought than said.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

..."you want"?

[Bakura sits on the edge of the table, one leg crossed over the other, as he waits.]

Consider it your one chance to get away with bossing me around... without my arguing.

[obeytherod]

To, ahh... [He raises a hand up in a shrug, trying to play off his nervousness as simple confidence.]

Do what we did for..."entertainment" last time.

[fluffydeathdealer]

...? [Really? He didn't expect that. But then, Malik doesn't have the most experience in these kinds of things, so he supposes it's not too unlikely.]

That's fine by me.

warning // the most nonexplicit explicit content you will ever read

[obeytherod]

[He lets out an internal sigh of relief. That wasn't so hard.

That casual agreement bolsters Malik's confidence enough for him to stand up and lean in towards Bakura's face. He only knows how to start these sort of things one way...

So he kisses him.]