[When Bakura's hand settles in NiGHTS's, there's a sudden, odd feeling washing over him, a sort of psuedo-warmth that spreads over his soul even as his body is absorbed, disappears.
...And then, the body he's aware of is both his own and not. He can feel his, but it's slightly at a distance, though definitely able to be called if he tries. With it currently put away, however, the body he's feeling -- seeing through -- is NiGHTS's own, and the knowledge of how to use it to fly, what it can do, dances at the edge of his mind, like an almost conscious muscle memory.]
Well, come on, then. Let's go!
[As NiGHTS moves, so too does Bakura, as if the two are now wholly and utterly linked.]
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...And then, the body he's aware of is both his own and not. He can feel his, but it's slightly at a distance, though definitely able to be called if he tries. With it currently put away, however, the body he's feeling -- seeing through -- is NiGHTS's own, and the knowledge of how to use it to fly, what it can do, dances at the edge of his mind, like an almost conscious muscle memory.]
Well, come on, then. Let's go!
[As NiGHTS moves, so too does Bakura, as if the two are now wholly and utterly linked.]