[Man, you're hopeless... he thinks to himself, before moving suddenly. In an instant, Malik is on his back, Bakura's face above his, that white hair falling like a curtain over one side of his neck as he straddles Malik's waist.]
...I know. You don't have to say it.
[The quiet words are filled with affection, Bakura unable to hide it for once. You hopeless, foolish child... The words inside his mind have no malice as he lowers his lips to press a surprisingly chaste kiss against Malik's own.]
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...I know. You don't have to say it.
[The quiet words are filled with affection, Bakura unable to hide it for once. You hopeless, foolish child... The words inside his mind have no malice as he lowers his lips to press a surprisingly chaste kiss against Malik's own.]