[Sensing Bakura's discomfort, Malik looks up from his cozy spot on the floor. Concern weaves its way into his words as he speaks, and he brings a hand up to comfortingly place it over Bakura's own.]
Are you okay? Come sit down with me and Anubis. It's nice and warm.
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Are you okay? Come sit down with me and Anubis. It's nice and warm.