[Malik was sitting at the table by now, eating from a plate of sliced mango and grapes. When Bakura walks into the kitchen he raises a hand to him in a silent, but friendly greeting.
The presence of the knife in the other man's hand doesn't go unnoticed though, and Malik does what he can to simply look back at his plate of food. It would be even more suspicious if he stared...so he'll just push a piece of mango around idly as he chews.
There was no way Bakura had noticed that quickly; he was just being paranoid. After all, Malik had put a fraction of his soul into the Ring that had managed to go unnoticed until it made itself known.]
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The presence of the knife in the other man's hand doesn't go unnoticed though, and Malik does what he can to simply look back at his plate of food. It would be even more suspicious if he stared...so he'll just push a piece of mango around idly as he chews.
There was no way Bakura had noticed that quickly; he was just being paranoid. After all, Malik had put a fraction of his soul into the Ring that had managed to go unnoticed until it made itself known.]