...I wasn't planning on letting you. [He grumbles, more offended that this guy thought he would be able to take advantage of him in the first place than anything. The sexual connotations, however, were lost on him. He thought more in terms of violence and manhandling than anything.
One thing did stick out to him though. "I care too much about you," he had said, and with it Malik had felt something familiar burn in his chest. He ignores it and goes on to humour Bakura, lifting his hand to look at the scar that stretched across it. Seeing that drew a faint gasp out of him.
The memories of his body...rather, of his appearance, were innately intact, but that didn't include the scars he'd gathered here.]
This...? How did I get this?
[A feeling... It did evoke one. A slight, nervous twist of his gut.] I mean--ah. It does. But why?
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One thing did stick out to him though. "I care too much about you," he had said, and with it Malik had felt something familiar burn in his chest. He ignores it and goes on to humour Bakura, lifting his hand to look at the scar that stretched across it. Seeing that drew a faint gasp out of him.
The memories of his body...rather, of his appearance, were innately intact, but that didn't include the scars he'd gathered here.]
This...? How did I get this?
[A feeling... It did evoke one. A slight, nervous twist of his gut.] I mean--ah. It does. But why?