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

[fluffydeathdealer]

...y-yes.

[Wondering if this is really wise, he offers his left arm first. At least if this guy breaks it or something, he can use the right one to throw something at him and try to flee. Still, he has to ask.]

Please don't break my arm.

[Odd. Someone is laughing at him, he feels like. It sends a shiver down his spine.]

[obeytherod]

...What? Why would I break it?

[Shooting Ryou a baffled look, he simply undoes the bandages and then moves on to applying the burn cream.

Did he give off "arm breaking" vibes or something? That came out of nowhere. He doesn't even know how he'd do that!]

[fluffydeathdealer]

...

[There's so many reasons he could give. But the most obvious is also the most true.]

You're a little scary. That's all.

[obeytherod]

Keh. Fine by me.

[Malik finishes up Ryou's arm and lets go, grabbing the other and doing the same for the burns there.]

1/2

[fluffydeathdealer]

[When Malik's done with the arms (to Ryou's gratitude; he appreciates it quite a bit, but ow), Ryou stops him briefly. He feels a little less freaked out now, so he puts his hand on Malik's arm to try to stop him moving on. ]

Just a minute.

[Just going to grab his trousers right now. He feels naked sitting here in his underwear. It's so impolite too!]

This is really kind of you, Malik-kun. I really appreciate it.

2/2

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Yaaaay he'll just be pulling those trousers on now... If he can stand up long enough to not fall over.

...nope. Sorry, Malik. You've got a bundle of white hair and awkward in your arms. That happens to have his trousers half-on.]

Ah-!

[obeytherod]

What now? [Malik growls, but he steps back to give Ryou some room once he realizes what he's doing.

When Ryou suddenly falls against him, Malik stumbles back as he catches him awkwardly in his arms.]

Oy! [He pushes the other teen off him and back into the chair none too gently.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

S-sorry! Ow-!

[That really hurt! Maybe he can just. Pull them on while sitting down? That seems less likely to get him hurt. Being clumsy is such a pain sometimes.

...he almost fell off his chair right there.]

[obeytherod]

[Is Ryou seriously--did he really almost fall off the chair too?!] How hard is it for you to put on a pair of pants?!

[fluffydeathdealer]

I can't help it! I can't use my leg so easily like this, and my fingers are bandaged!

[obeytherod]

[Cooling off, if only a little, he grabs the front of Ryou's pants with both hands.]

...Then just let me do it! I don't want to be here all day.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Uwah-! [He flails a little inside, face red, but reluctantly allows it.] Y-yeah. Thank you.

[obeytherod]

[Tug, tug! Ryou is no longer in his undies, and all is well.

Except Malik still looks like he ate a lemon.]

Now get on the floor. I need to get your back.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Eh-? Won't it be enough if I just sit on the chair?

[He sits on the floor obediently.]

[obeytherod]

Then I'd have to lean over. I'm the one helping you, remember?

[So Malk takes a seat behind Ryou, his legs bent at his sides with his feet settled near his thighs.

From there he begins to remove the bandages covering the other boy's pale torso.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Sorry.

[The burns to his shoulder and back are the worst of the lot, more because of their mass than even their cruel looks. The cold air touching them makes him whimper a little even before Malik does anything else. It hurts pretty badly and without thinking, he leans forward, hugging himself a little.]

Please... don't take too long... okay?

[obeytherod]

Stop whining or I'll just have the spirit come out!

[There's a lot of bandages here, so it takes him longer to even get to the second step. He generously begins applying the burn cream to Ryou's sensitive back.]

Keh keh...if it helps, why don't you talk about those figures you like so much? I was thinking...you should make mine on a motorcycle.

[fluffydeathdealer]

... [He probably wouldn't come out on command, Ryou thinks, but he doesn't quite dare to say it. This positioning is uncomfortable at best, and Malik's touch makes him moan in pain, but he gratefully grasps at the distraction.]

If you let me know what sort of motorcycle you want, I'll be sure to! I like making things like that.

[obeytherod]

Ohh? I'll show you a picture when I'm done.

[Finishing up with Ryou's back, Malik turns his attention towards the burns on one side side, shifting his whole body and tucking in his legs to make room.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Yeah! It's really fun. I picked it up as a hobby a long time ago.

[It was one of a few things he could do to hold his attention while being forever alone thanks to a certain spirit he hadn't known existed.]

I'll make your figure any way you want, so just let me know.

[obeytherod]

A hobby, huh... [Malik's only hobby was brainwashing people to do his bidding. It might not be so bad to get into something else while he was here...]

Just me on my bike should do...but if I think of anything between now and then, I'll let you know.

[Finishing up with that side, Malik moves on to the other.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

That feels a lot better. Thanks.

[Hobbies were a good way to not go mad.]

What about clothes? I can make your model dressed like anything you want.

[obeytherod]

Is this stuff really that good?

[A pause.] And maybe a vest...with some gold jewelery, of course~

[So basically what he always wore.

From this side Malik took care of Bakura's shoulder as well. He got the bandages and gauze ready ahead of time too, knowing that after this he could wrap the boy back up.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[He takes note of that with amusement. This guy really didn't like to change his image, huh? He could understand that.]

Yeah... I think burns sap the fluid from the skin, so they dry out and become more prone to hurting. So that stuff soothes it a lot.

[obeytherod]

I see...keh keh. I'll keep that in mind.

[The way he says it...well, it doesn't necessarily suggest the most honorable of intentions.

For now though, he behaves and finishes up applying the cream, going straight into the bandaging processes thereafter. Once he's done he gives Bakura a dismissive pat on the back...only to realize his mistake a split second later.]

--Oops.