[As soon as that relatively warm body presses against his, Bakura practically throws himself out of her grip and back onto the floor where he wraps his arms around himself, shivering disjointedly.]
H-hot... [He claws at his arms, as if trying to pull something other than his jewelry off.] Oh--a-aahh! H-help! Ra...
[Somehow, Bakura manages to get to his feet, but in his brief aimless stumble he hits into the table and crumples again.]
R-raaa...help me! Please!? [Before he...melts... He doesn't want to melt into the unbearable, molten blood and gold.]
no subject
H-hot... [He claws at his arms, as if trying to pull something other than his jewelry off.] Oh--a-aahh! H-help! Ra...
[Somehow, Bakura manages to get to his feet, but in his brief aimless stumble he hits into the table and crumples again.]
R-raaa...help me! Please!? [Before he...melts... He doesn't want to melt into the unbearable, molten blood and gold.]