EGYPTIAN WHEELIES

[obeytherod]

[Malik had found something while looking through the East Wing. Just what that "something" was becomes apparent when an engine roars to life, and the skid of tires on tiled flooring echoes through the halls.

Sure...sure, he could just walk his new bike outside...but where was the fun in that?! This wasn't an ATV, and it likely wasn't going to fair well in the spotty terrain outdoors...

So he's just going to take a few smooth-riding laps in the halls before he goes to test it outside.

When somebody gets in his way, he rears the bike back onto one wheel, skidding a few feet on the floor before the front tire slams back down and he comes to a stop.]

What, are you trying to get yourself killed?

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[fluffydeathdealer]

[Well now. This is familiar. Except back then it was just a narrow alleyway and not the indoors of a school. Standing in front of him, arms spread carelessly in a 'stop' gesture, he flashes Malik a wicked grin.]

Well now. This brings back memories.

[obeytherod]

[In one fluid motion, Malik knocks back the kick-stand and swings one leg over his bike so he can casually lean against it.]

You say that like it was a long time ago. [He can't wipe the pleased look off his face; Malik is so antsy with excitement that even his fingers are tapping impatiently on the shiny painted metal.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Letting his hands drop to his side, he tucks them into his pockets carelessly. It really does seem familiar.]

A month or so isn't too long, but it feels longer. I guess it felt longer for you too, considering how excited you seem.

[obeytherod]

[Malik pulls off his helmet, shaking his head a bit to straighten out his hair. Or unstraighten it out, as the case may be.]

I'm used to waiting...I've waited for five years, after all. But I do get impatient.

[He gestures for Bakura to come over.]

And because decisions are hard...

[fluffydeathdealer]

GAAAAH!

[This? This is Ryou sitting on his ass in front of Malik, wide-eyed and shocked.]

O-oy! Why are you riding that indoors?!

so then this actually happened the next day

[obeytherod]

... [Blowing off some steam, really. But he was glad to see it was Ryou he'd almost literally ran into; he had some things to discuss with the boy.]

Nevermind that. Get on!

[fluffydeathdealer]

Eh?! Me?!

[After a slight hesitation, he gets up and approaches. Is it really safe to ride a motorcycle in this condition? Even holding onto Malik will be difficult.]

[obeytherod]

No, the other Ryou. Yes, you!

[Malik scoots forward a bit, turning his head to glance at the small stretch of seat behind him.]

[soldier_from_surface]

[...Buddy, you're the one who's riding a motorcycle indoors. Quote should be asking you that!

...and in fact, he is.]

No, I was just standing here. Why are you risking yourself by riding indoors?

[obeytherod]

[Don't backsass him.]

I'm not. I know what I'm doing. [He knocks out the kickstand and gets off, taking a few steps closer to Quote and inspecting him with a squinted look.]

Keh keh...you on the other hand. You didn't even flinch.

[soldier_from_surface]

You were more likely to hurt yourself than me and you saw me in time to stop. There wasn't a reason for me to be worried about myself.

[Quote's thankful the stuttering is gone, at least, even if his voice is still glitchy and fairly mechanical.]

[obeytherod]

Oh, but what if I had kept going? What if I just decided I didn't care and ran you over?

[Malik taunts the boy, trying to get a reaction. He's a bit distracted though by that voice and appearance.]

[whiterosefoes]

[JESUS CHRIST. Harriet's ducking behind the shield on her airknight parshath armor which she is totally trying to get back used to wearing and not just because it's convenient for the purposes of this thread.]

What do you think you're doing, you madman!?

[obeytherod]

Exactly what it looks like I'm doing. Keh keh... [Malik revs the engine a bit, hoping to scare her a little.] You know what a motorcycle is, don't you? It won't bite...I promise.

[whiterosefoes]

[that line....is he trying to pick her up, WHAT FRESH HELL IS THIS.]

Of course I know what it is! Why is it inside?

[obeytherod]

Because I haven't taken it outside yet.

[Malik simply turns the engine off now. He figures he'll be here a little, and he's not about to waste the only tank of gas he has. ....Anymore, at least.]

Have you reconsidered my offer?

[fab_for_u]

[[Yeah, Pegasus is not exactly happy that you just ran him over. So here, have a fabulous looking man question your own sanity, despite the nonsense he has been spewing to others over the last week or two]]

Hey! I should be asking you the question. Watch where you're going! You could kill someone! And I don't mean sending to the Shadow Realm!

[obeytherod]

Even if I did, it wouldn't matter.

[He revs his engine, giving Pegasus a vicious smile.]

So why don't you stop telling me what to do before I show you how little I really do care...?

[fab_for_u]

Well, I never...!

[moderndaydragon]

[AND THEN SHE WAS NEARLY RUN OVER BY AN EGYPTIAN ON A MOTORCYCLE

WHAT IN THE SEVEN HELLS]

M-Malik-kun!

[obeytherod]

[Malik tilts his head, his expression obscured by the goggles he was wearing. This girl, again...

Now that they knew about the barrier, she was useless.]

Oy, oy, don't you mean "Namu-kun"?

[moderndaydragon]

[Phaa... smug little jerk. She bites back a snap of you nearly ran me over, you asshole! and instead shakes her head a little.]

Bakura-kun told me about why you two were hiding out and your real name, so, no, I don't.

SOME TIME LATER... AFTER DRUNK MAKE-OUTS WITH KARASU

[fluffydeathdealer]

[It was dark by the time Bakura returned to the apartment. His endurance had helped him to avoid getting too drunk - even with Ryou's useless body - so after Karasu had inevitably passed out, he tucked her up in bed and did what he could to sober up before heading back.

Malik was probably asleep by now, he guessed. That was good. He doubted he was the best sight right now. His shirt had stayed off after showering at her place, his hair was mussed and there were some evident signs of someone having been nibbling on his lips with sharp teeth.

Between the drink, the meat and the kissing that had followed (blind-drunk as Karasu was), he was in a good mood. Opening the door, he stepped inside, letting it click shut behind him.]

[obeytherod]

[Malik wasn't asleep, that much was clear the moment Bakura walked in. Instead, he was laying down with his arms folded behind his head, brooding up at the ceiling.

While he didn't usually care where Bakura went during the day, after what happened earlier anger and uneasiness had been the staple of his day. Seeing the other man enter didn't do anything to lighten his mood; if anything it worsened at the sight of him.]

...

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Well this was awkward.

Bakura ignored Malik for a moment, leaving his shirt in the kitchen for Ryou to deal with tomorrow. Truthfully, he would have considered it to be that nothing had happened. The only reason his shirt was even off was that the walk to find Karasu had torn it in a few places. He didn't have spare clothes at her place for obvious reasons. And it wasn't like she had the modesty to care.

Setting the bundle of cold food left over from their meal in the kitchen, he absently licked the blood off of his aching lips as he came out.]

You're still up? I expected you'd be asleep by now.