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.))

Comments

[redrosechose]

[Coffee? He supposes it's better to appear a little tired than actually crazy.]

No, I'm just fine, thank you.

[...he really has to get rid of this woman somehow. Even if it's not permanent. Gotta plan.]

[whiterosefoes]

Eh, suit yourself!

[When Harriet opens the door, Bakura should quickly realize that there is no escape. It seems while Elly was getting food, she's converted the common area into some kind of salon... and he's already being hurried into a chair so she can wash Eleanor's hands. He should have accepted coffee, it would have prolonged his doom.]

You wanted roses, yeah?

[redrosechose]

[Shit. Or in the immortal words he's found in Eleanor's brain - Fucking pile of cockmongering diseased whores!]

Of course! It's been a while since I've had a print...

[One day, he's going to kill both of you.]

[whiterosefoes]

[That day is far away. Today, he's going to be PRETTY.]

Fabulous!

[she quickly massages the other girl's hands while she gets them clean, and then dries them off just as fast. She has a glance at the nails - the length seems fine, so she'll just get out a nail file at first, making smalltalk as she begins the manicure.]

So how was breakfast?

[redrosechose]

[Bakura mentally blasphemes against every God he can think of. It's hard not to just stab her in the face... But he doesn't have his knife with him and her sword is too big to move unnoticed.

...

Though that little handrub did feel nice. Hm. Thinking about it, this ill-fitting body had quite nice skin- NO, BAKURA, NO. He reprimands himself suddenly, feeling a bit uncomfortable.

Goddammit, he's going to be the prettiest princess after this, isn't he?]

Mmm, it was all right. Could have been a little sweeter, though.

[whiterosefoes]

Sweeter?

[but Harriet made omelettes for breakfast. She wanted to know the opinion on her cooking, but that critique is just bizarre. For a moment she stops filing.]

...

[shrug] I suppose I could do egg whites with cinnamon? [and back to filing]

[redrosechose]

Cinnamon would be bloody fantastic! You have great ideas, Harriet!

[Stop fucking around with nails, what are you even doing right now? He doesn't like this.]

[whiterosefoes]

[blink. That was REALLY ENTHUSIASTIC. Although she seems to recall a certain king dumping sugar all over breakfast as well. Apparently the Yorkists are the only sane eaters here.]

Good lord, is Henry rubbing off on you?

[redrosechose]

[Henry what. No, really. He's not sure what she means by that. He could delve, but... eh. He doesn't want to spend too much time sorting through that woman's mind.

She needed a damn filing cabinet in there.]

...Maybe I am spending too much time around Henry and Jack.

[whiterosefoes]

...Really, you've been spending time with Jack?

[Huh. But he just got here... ah, and he must not have been there for the reveal that Elly was on Harriet's side all along. That means he would treat her well - Elly was adored by the Lancastrians. It was all as Harriet had planned. She's glad her friend doesn't have to deal with that.]

Do you get along? What's he like when he's not thinly veiling death threats?

[redrosechose]

[Goddammit. He'd pulled the name out of her thoughts at random. Hell if he knew! He wasn't even sure who Jack actually was. But thinly veiled death threats were a clue. Maybe he could make something up, if Harriet didn't know the guy too well.]

Hah, he's like some sort of... twisted puppy. I suppose he wouldn't be such a bad guy if he didn't act like such an asshole.

[whiterosefoes]

Twisted puppy?

[what does that even MEAN... no, she guesses she doesn't want to know. Jack IS kind of an asshole.]

...You're right, though. Total asshole.

[the filing portion is done so she'll shake up a bottle of nail polish and start painting. First a basic layer, which she makes her dry, but after that she begins painting somewhat elaborate roses with the tiny brush. She's unexpectedly rather skilled at this, they look nice.]

[redrosechose]

[Oh my god, he's going to kill her. He's going to kill both of them. He's going to kill himself if this keeps up.

Why is this happening? He doesn't deserve this.

...though that actually is rather nice art. NO, NO, BAD THOUGHTS. Clearly the body is affecting him.]

You know! Bark's worse than his bite.

[whiterosefoes]

Err ... I'm quite sure it isn't.

[this is the guy that forced her into a duel to the death. He's not sure how he could be mistaken for having no bite. Eleanor should know better; what kind of sides has he been showing her that she could say that?]

I'm glad he's been treating you well, though...

[Strange. This conversation feels strange, it's occurred to her.]

[redrosechose]

I meant when he's not shoving threats at people! Of course I know he's dangerous. But you asked what he was like when he wasn't being hostile, right?

[Oh great, fucking up already... Stupid women and their stupid way of thinking...]

These are coming along really well. I missed having something like this.

[whiterosefoes]

[sigh... maybe she's thinking too much.]

... Right, sorry. He's been breathing down my neck, so I suppose it's hard for me to picture.

Have you thought about what you want on the thumbs yet, or should I just go for it?