the_campus | Panty raid time!

[He lets out a sudden bark of laughter.]

Hah! Sorry, Karasu. I've never done anything like that in my life.

What, really?! Then we've got to do it once you're feeling better! Even if we're a little old for it, it can still be fun!

[She'd suggest throwing pillows at Namu, but she figures he's too irritable for that.]

[If only she knew.]

...heheh. What a weird thing to do. I guess it can't hurt, though.

It's okay to goof around sometimes.

[That said, she glances around the dorm again...]

...Hey, Bakura-kun, if you're hurt... I mean, do you want me to clean up your dorm? I don't mind, and it's kind of a mess... no offense.

...eh? You sure?

['Kind of a mess' was an understatement. Ryou hadn't been out today, after all.]

I can't stop you either way. Not that I'd mind. But... why?

Because I want to help and because you can't do it yourself. Do I need another reason?

[Oh, he likes you. You're like his own personal little slave girl, only entirely voluntary... with a little work.]

I guess not... well, I'd be grateful, if you're sure it's not too much trouble.

Not at all! I can start now if you want to just look through the bag... just let me change back to my normal clothes first.

Sounds good... I'm curious what else is in here.

[And what he can steal from it. ...why is there what looks like an old slave girl dress in here? Huh. Whatever.]

[Karasu changes quickly, then gets to work cleaning everything up. She doesn't exactly like cleaning, but it's not like it's a pain for her either, so it's easy enough to start making sure everything goes where it's supposed to. Thankfully, the whole "shared closet" thing means that the clothes are easy to find a spot for, while the dirty ones are just dumped in a pile in the corner.

She does occasionally ask about something here or there, but mostly she seems find on her own. After a while...]

There! How's that look?

[...wow, he really wasn't expecting her to go this far. Well, it's not like he minds. While she fusses over needlessly tidying, he settles in to check out the clothes, setting aside some he likes. They're mostly plain things, but loosely fitting. Bakura can't be claimed to have 'style' after all. Comfort is all that matters to him.]

It hasn't looked this good in a while.

Maybe I should make a habit of it, then. There's... actually not that much to do around here, so even with the other people to talk to I've been getting a little stir-crazy.

You're welcome here any time. I doubt even Namu-kun could complain about this.

[Hm... time to test the waters a little.]

...hey, Karasu-chan? I was wondering if I could ask you something. Is it true that dragon blood can speed up healing?

Ah?

[She blinks at that, frowning.]

Um... actually, I don't really know. I guess games never really say what's in healing potions, and if phoenix feathers revive the dead, then... maybe?

[...games what.]

I see... Well, it's probably for the best. Even though I have a dragon right in front of me, I'd never ask that of you.

...You mean you wanted to try it? My... blood, I mean? Is it really hurting that much?

I was mostly curious. Though you're right; these burns were pretty severe, so they're hurting a lot even now.

Your voice reminded me... since it took the pain away for a moment.

[Way to hit a knife right in her heart, Bakura. Could it really be that... maybe? Dragons were very magical, so... it certainly wasn't outside the realm of possibility. If it's like a potion, then he needs to drink it, but... drinking blood?]

I heal fast, Bakura-kun! So... it's worth a try, right? Even if it helps just a little bit!

...eh? [He stares at her, faking surprise and shock.] But even if you heal fast, it'll hurt you... are you really sure about this?

I don't mind hurting a little if it means you hurt less... that's what you do for someone you care about, right?

And mine will hurt a lot less for a lot longer.

[Feigning reluctance-]

Well... It feels a little weird, but I'd like to try it. But please don't put yourself to any trouble.

It's not any! I'll just... um...

[Oh yeah...]

...How should we do it? I don't think you can put... blood in anything to taste good.

If you did, it might dilute it anyway, right? ...it's a little gross, but I'll try it anyway.

All right... I'll be right back, then.

[She's going in the kitchen to get a sharp knife, then coming out and musing over where to make the cut. The wrist would be too much, and that's... really dangerous, too... Hrm...

Karasu takes a seat as comfortably as she can on the edge of the couch, near his head, and presses the blade against her palm. She bites her lip, then closes her eyes and draws it across sharply. Pain stabs into her awareness as the cut begins to bleed and she holds her hand out over to him, still keeping her eyes closed.]

[He vaguely remembers promising to avoid blood as well... but the important part was the meat. What Malik doesn't know won't hurt him. His hand slips below hers, bandaged fingers cradling the back of her hand as he presses his lips to it. It's almost a kiss, until his tongue slips from his lips to briefly touch the blood. There's a slight pause as he savours the taste - he'd almost forgotten how good it was-! - before his tongue caresses along the line of crimson the blade left, lapping the blood up almost sensuously.

It's exhilerating. Such a strong, honeyed taste. So fierce and overwhelming to his senses. He shivers pleasantly, cleaning the blood from her hand with his tongue without a thought.]

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