Duel 002: Peaceful Days! The Fluffiest Training Montage Commences

[fluffydeathdealer]

[It's a bit of a pain, being in a school with no teachers.

Ryou Bakura isn't the type of kid who really likes being too active; he's about on the level of most ordinary teenagers. But after being laid up for so long with the burns to his arms and leg, not only is he extremely restless, but he's sure even his metabolism won't hold up much longer, with the amount he eats. That's why, after checking to see that Henry isn't home to take him up on that training offer, he's decided to try treating this like school and taking an hour or so to do his very own gym class, all by himself. It'd be easier with teachers, but... he doesn't have a choice right now.

Most kids probably would just take the break and be lazy, but right now, Ryou's working hard. Apart from the occasional break, he can be found pretty easily in the east wing, dressed in gym clothes and doing everything from running laps on the track field to climbing ropes.

...though that last one is more like 'falling off ropes'. Stupid mats... they don't cushion that fall at all. Hopefully nobody's dumb enough to stand below him.]

Ow...

[Time for a banana and some water, he thinks.]

Ah, I'm so tired...

Comments

[obeytherod]

Don't make threats you won't keep. [Malik teases, and then continues with where he was going before.] I just wanted to thank you~ I had fun kissing Ryou. You may share the same body, but it was a completely different experience...

[fluffydeathdealer]

I'll keep it if you touch my hair like that! I'll shave it all off and throw you out!

[Hold on a minute. Just glancing back-

...

The hell-?!]

Bastard... Are you trying to tell me you prefer him to me?!

[obeytherod]

[Even Malik won't go that far, but he will give Bakura the smuggest look he can muster.]

No, no...just that I enjoy you both for different reasons.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Kh-! That plan backfired... and I didn't even get to watch, since you'd shoved me in the fridge. What a pain...

[obeytherod]

[It was nice to hear Bakura say exactly what he wanted to hear. "Backfired" indeed! Even if he was faking it.

Mostly. He had found a new appreciation for Ryou.

...Wait, that last part was embarrassing. Malik pulls back, sitting on the adjacent bed.] I wouldn't have let you watch anyway!

[fluffydeathdealer]

It wouldn't matter if you did. I can see what's going on around the Ring by manifesting in spirit form. I just don't do it often.

Why does it bother you? You didn't care if I saw it in my memories, right?

[obeytherod]

It doesn't bother me...just, the idea of being watched while doing that is weird.

[In other words, it bothers him.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Heh... What about the idea of watching?

[obeytherod]

...I already told you how I felt about that.

[Which was also weird.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

But you still agreed that you might try it. So why is it worse to be participating?

[obeytherod]

...It's worse because I'm participating!

[It's taken long enough to get him comfortable with that sort of thing at all, but to have somebody else's eyes on him...]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Heh... I see.

[His mood seems less sour as he sits up.]

I found some videos, if you were interested. You can watch them on your own if it bothers you, or I can hang around for you to whine at.

[obeytherod]

... [Malik averts his eyes, his cheeks darkening a bit despite teh sneer he was wearing.]

Those videos are a waste of my time! The least you can do is keep me company.

[Somehow, watching them alone seemed even more embarrassing than watching them with Bakura.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Heh. Fine, then. I'll entertain you if you get too bored.

[...he doesn't bother saying how, though he is blatantly playing with his dice.]

[obeytherod]

... [Malik figures where that implication is going, but instead of humouring it he simply stands and briskly makes his way to the other room.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Bakura takes an insolently long time before following him out. But it seemed he had a reason for it; when he comes out, he's changed his usual loose and scruffily unfastened shirt for one of Malik's tighter, midriff-exposing ones.

...it's mostly to annoy Malik, but despite the height difference, it doesn't fit all that badly.]

Eh, these clothes of yours are surprisingly more comfortable than they look.

[obeytherod]

Oy... [Malik's eyes are immediately drawn towards that shirt, and consequently that midriff.] Who said you could wear my clothes?

[fluffydeathdealer]

If I'm yours, then you might as well just let me. Besides, I felt like a change.

[His body may not be as toned as Malik's, but it's still nice, at least.]

[obeytherod]

...Then you admit you're mine? [His lips twitch at the chance to turn this to his advantage.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Damn, he'd used that line to throw Malik off, not...]

Tch. Up to the point where it becomes more troublesome for me.

[obeytherod]

Kehkeh...alright then~ [Admittance is admittance, even if it was backhanded.

Malik takes a seat on the couch in his usual spot, crossing his legs flippantly.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Oy. Don't get too cocky, bastard.

[After putting one of the movies in, he casually sits on top of Malik's lap and lies back, letting his legs dangle over the arm of the couch.]

[obeytherod]

... [Malik's breath hitches slightly when he's used as a chair, and he's quick to push Bakura off so he's sitting next to him instead.]

What kind did you put in...?

[fluffydeathdealer]

Just watch... you might like it.

[Damn, that was comfortable.]

Hey. Let me get comfortable if you're going to make me waste my time keeping you company.

[obeytherod]

[His eyes settle on the screen now, pointedly ignoring Bakura...and looking dutifully unimpressed by the cheesy introduction interview that starts.]

You're the one wasting my time! What is this...?