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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[obeytherod]

Tch... [Malik tries to not let it get to him. Right now, he had other things to think about; he didn't need to worry about Bakura's host and his nonsensical motivations on top of it all!

Although...it really did make him think. Why? He'd been nothing but cruel to Ryou, with the occasional friendly conversation. It was really hard...to understand people like that.

Weak, gullible people...]

Whatever. It's not worth figuring out. [Sighing, he lays back down, arms laid stiffly at his sides as he looked up at the bottom of the bed above him.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

What? I thought you wanted me to hold you like my host does. Come on, then.

[Half-teasingly, he offers his arms, a wicked grin on his face. It was too precious! Malik was so clearly thrown off by his revelation.

Bakura doesn't understand it either, but he's never bothered with things like that anyway. It's too much work to understand.]

[obeytherod]

...Not when you say it like that! [Malik huffs, eying those offered arms nonetheless.

He really wouldn't mind to, but now it suddenly felt like a matter of pride. It hadn't been Bakura. He wouldn't admit to having enjoyed Ryou's company in that way!]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Too bad... I'd enjoy finding out what's so appealing about it.

[Oh well. Clearly Malik only likes to be cuddled by Ryou. What a pity!]

Well, if you're not interested...

[obeytherod]

[...He knew he was being played! There was no way Malik was falling for it.]

Hmph. My Rod is safer if I lay on my back anyway.

[He was just going to sleep like this, with his arms crossed and face drawn into a frown.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Night, then.

[Bakura just shrugs, staying on his side and getting comfortable. It's not like he minds. It's hardly the least comfortable way he's ever slept.]

[obeytherod]

... [Malik doesn't answer; he simply tries to sleep.

But sleep doesn't come to him, not with the way his mind was reeling. His soul container...the oaths, the future...his twisted feelings for Bakura. There was much more than that; an entire ocean of concerns and annoyances ranging from minor to blood curdling. It was more than enough to make any sane person break down.

Unfortunately, Malik was far from that, and he eventually submits to that tidal wave of pressure...by rolling over and pressing himself up against Bakura, his arm reaching up to curl over his chest.

Sigh.

It was hard to go without this sort of support once you'd gotten used to it.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[For Bakura, sleep is rarely easy. It's not a case of insomnia, or fear, it's simply that if sleep doesn't come quickly, he becomes relentlessly bored. That's why he's still awake when Malik moves.]

...?!

[Bakura starts in surprise at the suddenness of the movement, relaxing after a moment. A little hesitantly, he wraps an arm around Malik's back, holding him close. Just this once.. he won't even tease.]

[obeytherod]

... [He's glad Bakura doesn't say anything, because he just wasn't in the mood.

It's much easier to relax like this. It's warm and pleasant...and he can feel sleep overcoming him after only a few minutes.]