Shut up! What sort of an idiot do you take me for?!
[Despite the sharpness of his words, Bakura's less concerned about touching the ground and more concerned that his hair will snag in something, so before they speed off, he takes a second to tuck his hair over his shoulder. At least his closeness to Malik traps it.
His breath catches in surprise at the bike's movement, feeling oddly like his stomach fell for a moment. His arms tighten just slightly around Malik. It's not out of fear so much as it is of surprise. What the hell is this feeling? Even at this low speed he can tell some of what Malik likes so much; there really s a feeling of power in this thing.]
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[Despite the sharpness of his words, Bakura's less concerned about touching the ground and more concerned that his hair will snag in something, so before they speed off, he takes a second to tuck his hair over his shoulder. At least his closeness to Malik traps it.
His breath catches in surprise at the bike's movement, feeling oddly like his stomach fell for a moment. His arms tighten just slightly around Malik. It's not out of fear so much as it is of surprise. What the hell is this feeling? Even at this low speed he can tell some of what Malik likes so much; there really s a feeling of power in this thing.]