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]

[Clambering off, he notices with a frown how stiff his legs were and bends over to rub at them. The awkward heaviness on his head reminds him and he quickly reaches up to unbuckle the helmet, letting it fall down to the ground uncaringly.

His hair was limp.

Before answering Malik, he focused a little of his energy into trying to spike it back up again, running his hands through his hair to get rid of the odd impotence of the spikes. What a pain! Helmets were more trouble than they were worth.

The wing-like protrusions of his hair were particularly reluctant to spike back up at first, and at last he gave up on them.]

It was a joke, Malik. Don't worry... I don't expect anything like romance from you.

[His tone is more amused than chiding.]

[obeytherod]

[Malik, utterly oblivious to the other man's hair troubles...]

Keh, I wouldn't even know what to do on that sort of thing. I've had other things to worry about my whole life.

[With a soft grunt, Malik bends his knees and takes a seat on the ground, his back to the trees and his view to the ocean. In all honesty, before coming here...he can't remember the last time he sat and enjoyed any view at all. He had never had the time.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[There. That was much more suitable. Hair returning to its original state (somewhat), he moves to sit down beside Malik.]

What sort of thing? A date? It's really quite simple, you know.

[Sounding a little instructor-like, he flashes Malik a grin.]

You only need three things. 'A new place', 'food' and 'kissing'.

[obeytherod]

That's it? Well, that's two out of three... [Malik mumbles playfully in return, sitting idly for a few seconds before apparently deciding to show Bakura just which two he was talking about by leaning in...

...and flipping open a compartment on the rear end of his bike, pulling out some food he'd wrapped up in a plain clothe.]

...And I wasn't even trying.

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Truthfully, either of the two remaining options would have been good enough for him. Food, kisses... Either one filled him with an odd contentment. He watched with curiosity in his eyes as Malik drew the wrapped-up bundle of food out, raising an eyebrow. For a moment, he'd thought-]

You're getting to be a bit of tease, Malik!

[obeytherod]

[Malik sets the cloth in front of him, unwrapping what amounted to a very basic snack: some bread, fruit, and nuts.

...Oh, and creampuffs.]

Keh keh...I don't know what you're talking about. [He plays innocent, popping a creampuff into his mouth and chewing away.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Hmhm... Is that so? I'm sure you can figure it out!

[Ignoring the creampuffs - they may be nice, but he's not Ryou - he leans over to snatch some of the fruit.]

[obeytherod]

Ah--hey! [Malik looks up, exclaiming with his mouth full before swallowing.] I don't remember saying I was going to share.

[He actually hadn't brought that much at all; it was obvious Malik hadn't packed with two people in mind.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Then... You're going to have to get it back. [And with that said, he pops the fruit into his mouth, looking smug.]

[obeytherod]

Rr...I don't want it now that it's been in your mouth. [That's gross.

Malik just begrudgingly turns back to his food, snacking away at some walnuts instead, and eventually another creampuff.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Oh? Too bad! I was inviting you to try the third part of the requirements.

[Still, Malik really didn't bring much... what a jerk.]

[obeytherod]

[Malik goes for another creampuff, biting into it as he stares thoughtfully at Bakura.

Chew chew.]

I'd rather do that without food in your mouth.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Let me know when you're done, then.

[Folding his arms behind his head, he leans back, watching Malik with a smug look on his face.]

[obeytherod]

...

[Malik goes on to quietly finish eating his fill of food. When he's done he simply folds the clothe over and shoves it aside before turning to face Bakura again.]

Hmm...I'm done. [A little smirk follows those words.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Rolling over onto his knees, he leans over almost casually, his hair tickling Malik's side as he leans in... and stays there.]

Then I guess this is a date, hm?

[He finishes his words with a firm kiss to Malik's lips.]

[obeytherod]

Kehkeheh...

[That's the only sound Malik manages to get out before Bakura's lips are against his own, and he responds languidly to the kiss. It wasn't out of laziness, rather, he was reveling in it. The taste, those soft lips...]