[Malik leaves the rooftop and heads back to his dorm, careful not to wake Bakura as he cleans and gathers his things.
About twenty minutes later he's sitting in the lunchroom looking nauseous as he wears a flu-mask. It seems he's brought with him leftovers and things that were thrown together: some salad, koshary, and a few pieces of chicken cutlet.
Impatient as he may be, Malik minds his manners as he stares over at the door.
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[Malik leaves the rooftop and heads back to his dorm, careful not to wake Bakura as he cleans and gathers his things.
About twenty minutes later he's sitting in the lunchroom looking nauseous as he wears a flu-mask. It seems he's brought with him leftovers and things that were thrown together: some salad, koshary, and a few pieces of chicken cutlet.
Impatient as he may be, Malik minds his manners as he stares over at the door.
Food, a new place...
This was two-thirds of a date.]