[Bakura's voice is almost a whisper. It's uncertainty, even nervousness, unlike his usual bluster. Hearing things like this is almost frightening, somehow, in how intensely it makes him feel. He doesn't know how to handle it. Usually he's the one flustering Malik, but instead, right now, he's flustered instead.
His actions are opposite to his words. Instead of pushing him away, his arms tighten around Malik a little more. It's like a clear sign of his distorted nature. Part of him desires this, wants Malik to say more things like that, even if they're annoying. That part of him relishes in this strange attention. The other part whispers terrified words into his head, unnerved by it. It's a conflict older than Malik himself.]
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[Bakura's voice is almost a whisper. It's uncertainty, even nervousness, unlike his usual bluster. Hearing things like this is almost frightening, somehow, in how intensely it makes him feel. He doesn't know how to handle it. Usually he's the one flustering Malik, but instead, right now, he's flustered instead.
His actions are opposite to his words. Instead of pushing him away, his arms tighten around Malik a little more. It's like a clear sign of his distorted nature. Part of him desires this, wants Malik to say more things like that, even if they're annoying. That part of him relishes in this strange attention. The other part whispers terrified words into his head, unnerved by it. It's a conflict older than Malik himself.]