Effect Room: Amnesia

[stealshinies]

[Today, quite a few of the rooms seem to have taken a liking to inflicting some stupefying amnesia. One might still remember bits and pieces of the past, their name, their family, and common knowledge...or one might forget everything. Either way, the effect only takes place once the room has been exited, and then its poor victims are left to wander the halls in their confusion.]

((ooc: so basically, at some point when walking out of a room, your character is inflicted with amnesia! mingle, tag around, etc.~ Characters who tag into other threads don't have to be affected by the amnesia, only the ones making the thread starters do. Effects last as long as you want.))

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[obeytherod]

What kind of question is that?

[He looks around to make sure the Rod is still on him, and it is. With that taken care of, he smirks up at Bakura.]

Keh...how weird. In my dream I didn't. I was wondering if maybe you went and peeked.

[fluffydeathdealer]

...That wasn't a dream, Malik.

[And with that, he sinks down to sit on the table, low as it is. Odd... despite his calm voice, laughter is bubbling up inside of him again.

Relief floods him like a dam has burst somewhere and he shakes with the force of the laughter that somehow can't escape.]

You didn't... remember me. You bastard, don't scare me like that again!

[obeytherod]

Are you kidding me? [He sounds a little indignant, but there's a bit of teasing in his voice.] I don't just forget things, let alone you.

[fluffydeathdealer]

...

[Jeez. This guy... Closing his eyes, Bakura sighs. Clearly it's no use pressing the issue. He could probably forget it. Assume he just tapped into Malik's dream. Except... He knows it happened. How come Malik can't remember it? Is this place fucking with him?]

Heh. You really are something interesting, Malik. But if you're so sure it was just your dream, tell me about it.

[obeytherod]

All of it? Or just the parts that prove it's a dream? Keh keh.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Like I said. It wasn't a dream. But go ahead and try to prove it.

[obeytherod]

You're stubborn as always.

[He shrugs and leans back, looking all too amused.] Well for one...after you--dream you--said we were partners, I kept trying to imagine you with breasts to try and find you more attractive.

That and you served me food on the couch... [Talk about bad manners, especially when you're trying to make a good impression on your amnesiac boyfriend.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

...firstly, that actually happened. But more importantly...

[You bastard, Malik. That doesn't prove anything at all.]

Did you at least imagine me with nice tits?

[obeytherod]

[Malik's still in heavy denial over that, but like Bakura said, more importantly...]

That depends on what you consider nice.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Tch! Well? What sort of tits did you imagine me with?

[He can't believe he's being sidetracked like this, but come on! He has his pride.]

[obeytherod]

...You were as flat as the floor beneath our feet.

[He did only say he tried to imagine Bakura with breasts, not that he succeeded. It was easier said than done, and maybe a little bit disturbing all at the same time.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Bastard! Don't make fun of me!

[obeytherod]

Kehehe! Why do you care so much, Bakura? I was only playing.

[He leans forward, stretching his arms out and planting them on Bakura's flat chest.

His voice is sultrily teasing.]

Do you secretly want me to touch your chest more?

[fluffydeathdealer]

Kh... I take it back, I preferred you with amnesia.

[Bakura growls out the words sarcastically, pushing Malik's hands away. Really, that's just not fair.]

1/2

[obeytherod]

Ohh? You seemed pretty upset.

[Malik pulls his hands back easily, folding them over his chest once more.]

Even if it was a just dream that we both shared somehow...

[Seeing Bakura like that had been interesting. That shock on his face. The patience he had with his questions.]

[obeytherod]

...I'm still grateful for what you tried to do for me. [Malik holds his arms out, welcoming.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

...

Idiot.

[He offers the insult almost affectionately, taking advantage of the offered arms to embrace him. Having Malik's warmth against him makes the last day feel almost like it didn't happen. But those residual feelings won't go away. How can Malik just dismiss that as a dream? His voice softens. Just this once... he'll be honest.]

You're the only human that matters to me. Being forgotten by you... was like a nightmare.

[obeytherod]

[Malik sighs against Bakura, lifting a hand to gently run through his hair.]

...Don't worry, it was only that.

[...A nightmare. His thoughts race and his hand stills.

That's why they slept together. That's why their beds were together. It's why Malik couldn't sleep alone, and wandered back into the living room. Bakura had offered to stay with him. He refused and slept on the couch. For the first time in months--

--He woke up on the couch!]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[The gesture surprises him and he relaxes against Malik, murmuring contentedly. Just a nightmare, huh? Maybe Malik really couldn't be convinced otherwise. Stubborn brat. But he can't help but smile, even so.]

Heh. I feel like a kid being comforted after a bad dream when you say things like that.

[obeytherod]

[The shock of his realization comes and goes, leaving behind a racing heartbeat. Malik decides it best to not tell Bakura--partially to comfort him, but mostly because he doesn't want to admit he was wrong--and goes back to stroking his hair.]

Well...it's about time I returned the favour, right?

[fluffydeathdealer]

Heh... [What was with that hesitation? Closing his eyes, he relaxes utterly. Malik's fingers are soothing, and he doesn't really want to move. It's rather odd. Even though he slept all night, he didn't feel rested. But just like that... Malik's able to calm his mind.

He isn't a child. He isn't even the teenager he appears. Yet somehow... even though he should be embarrassed, he only feels warmth right now. Heh. Maybe it was alright to act as needy as this sometimes.]

Don't stop. That feels good, Malik...

[obeytherod]

Whatever you want, Bakura.

[He can hardly imagine the pain and worry he must have felt. It was a rare thing for Malik to try and empathize with others, but Bakura earned a lot of exceptions out of him.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

You were right, you know.

[Bakura smiles a little, speaking almost distantly.]

I lied... I prefer you as you are.

[obeytherod]

Keheh...do you think I couldn't figure that out for myself? That's why I called you out on it in the first place.

[Teasing aside, Malik's hand keeps softly petting that fluffy head of hair. His voice softens as he continues.]

And if that wasn't enough, I think the way you're leaning against me now says it all.