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]

[Malik's still feeling salty, but he does take interest in that figure, picking it up in his hand and turning it over in his palm.]

Huh...well... [He supposed it wouldn't hurt, even if he only planned on playing as a Dark Master.] Okay.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Heheh. Then I'll do that once I can use my fingers properly, okay? Precise work is hard if I can't bend them properly.

[The painkillers are making him feel dizzy, so he just rests his head on the counter.]

[obeytherod]

[He's about to say something else when Ryou lays his head down on the counter. Was it because of the burns...?

Malik shifts in his seat to get a better look at his face.]

Hm...? Are you okay? Remember, Ryou, I need you to be well for the spirit of the Ring~ [He's just saying that to get a rise out of him.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

...w-why... would you say something like that?!

[He's okay.

Though he's got horrible mental images right now. No, no, surely Malik doesn't mean that. Clearly the other him and Malik just do. Really manly platonic stuff.

Like play card games.

And...

What the hell do people do as groups other than play games? DDR?]

[obeytherod]

[Malik smothers his face into the chair, snickering against the wood frame.]

You should make that face more often, Ryou...!

[fluffydeathdealer]

That's cruel, Malik-kun!

[He forces himself to sit up, wincing a little. Clearly he was just imagining things... right? Even the other him wouldn't be that crass.]

[obeytherod]

I never said I wasn't cruel... [His lets out a residual chuckle before suddenly rising to his feet.]

Now...let me change those bandages.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Y-yes. I'd appreciate the help.

[He doesn't understand this guy at all... Is Malik good or bad? He's definitely weird. Oh well. He doesn't really mind as much as he lets on.

...wait.

One of those bandages is on an awkward position on his leg. If Malik were to help out, he'd probably have to take his trousers off, since it'd be too hard to roll the legs up far enough.]

I-I'll handle the one on my leg myself! ...in a little while.

[obeytherod]

[Malik goes to gather the first aid kit, tossing the contents rather haphazardly onto the table when he's done.

Once he's back he pauses to inspect Ryou, trying to figure out why the burn on his leg would be any more of a problem than the others.]

I'm already doing the other ones, I'll just get that one too.

[fluffydeathdealer]

B-but-! I'm not taking off my trousers in front of you.

[He rubs the back of his head awkwardly, letting it fall onto the table again.]

[obeytherod]

[Was that seriously what he was worrying about?! It was enough to make Malik want to throttle him. It's not as if he hadn't seen it before.

He speaks through gritted teeth.]

...Then just change into a pair of shorts, you fool.

[fluffydeathdealer]

[It's hard to be modest in an immodest world! He's already having weird thoughts about you and that weird guy in the back of his head, he doesn't need more.]

I don't have any!

[obeytherod]

...Listen. [He raises his Rod threateningly, pointing it at Ryou.] You have three options: either you take those pants off, I have the spirit take those pants off, or I force you to take those pants off. Your choice!

[fluffydeathdealer]

[...why is he pointing a shiny gold stick at him.

Why is he threatening to force him to take his pants off.

Why is his life so messed up?]

Y-yes...!

[He really doesn't want to have to take them off in front of Malik, but... It'll be more embarassing if this goes further. So he obediently - if fearfully - takes off his trousers and folds them neatly on the table.]

[obeytherod]

Good boy.

[Malik puts the Rod away and gestures for Bakura to turn so his legs aren't under the table. He barely even gave Ryou's underwear a cursory glance before setting his sights on those bandages.]

Now... [He looks at the items in his hands, realizing he has no bloody idea what to do with them.] Did that women leave any instructions?

[fluffydeathdealer]

...'woman'?

[That's a 'what the hell are you talking about' look if ever he gave one. Obediently, he moves so his leg is within reach, though he feels really awkward now. Now he's wearing nothing but his underwear. It feels really weird sitting like this.]

Hm... If it's anywhere, it should be on the table. I don't think it was big or anything. Just quickly scribbled notes.

[obeytherod]

The nurse. [Malik gives Ryou an impatient look before taking a moment to search for any sort of note.]

Found it. [Note now in tow, he settles down on his knees in front of Ryou with the supplies at his hip.]

Okay, well...first I'll get rid of these... [Malik begins to unwind the bandages with far from the most gentle touch. He wasn't purposefully trying to hurt Ryou either, he just lacked finesse.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

U-uhm. Sorry... I never met the nurse! The other me didn't let me out until recently... I don't know why.

[He winces visibly, trying not to let on that it hurts. Even if Malik had used the most careful of nursing skills, it would have hurt. The burns were drying out under there, after all.]

[obeytherod]

Probably because he didn't want to deal with your...

[Naively perhaps, he hadn't expected the burns to be that bad underneath. There's no way that it wasn't going to scar.]

...whining.

[Malik moves on, letting the old bandages drop to the floor as he reaches for the burn cream. Dolloping some onto his fingertips, he begins to apply it to the wound, and this time there's at least a conscious effort to not be too brash.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[This is the first time Ryou's seen how badly his burns are too, and it takes his breath away for a moment. Cruel... How the hell do you even get burns like that? It couldn't be done with just a lighter, even with oil.

...it's no good. He can't look. He can't stop his low pained sounds - the cold air stings the burns agonizingly even before Malik touches them - but he tries anyway.]

...no, I don't think that's it. We don't talk much, though, so you'd know better than me.

[obeytherod]

Well... [Malik considers it as he thoroughly tends to the wound, pulling out some fresh bandages and wrapping them on in the old ones' place.

In contrast to his almost caring actions...Malik's words and tone were sadistic.]

He probably thought you couldn't handle it. Kehehe...especially after how you acted when waking up in the middle of that duel with Yugi. I'm sure Osiris's attack would have killed you, if you'd stayed in control.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Ah-! That's right! [That reminds him.] You were there too, right? I saw you on the sidelines, but I was too frightened and hurt to take much notice, since you weren't the giant dragon.

[He'd forgotten after all this time. The only thing he really remembered was the oddness of the situation.]

But... why was I there at all? You and he are close, right? Do you know why he'd do something like that?

[obeytherod]

Too many questions, Ryou. [He wraps his hand around the wound, giving it a slight squeeze.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Ow-!

[He obediently falls silent, blinking back faint tears of pain.]

O-okay... I won't ask...

[obeytherod]

Good.

[Malik secures the bandages with a few fasteners and then stands.]

Now give me your arm. [He'll work on the limbs first, then move on up to the torso. It shouldn't take too long...]