[Bakura ignores him utterly, tugging open the cupboards and looking for something. Here... This looks fragile enough. This bowl is just frail china. This is a revenge that runs cold and still, like a creature from the depths of the ocean that can barely move unaided.
Setting it on the counter, he sets the knife beside, resting his hand on top of it. Energy seems to surge inside of him.
This is going to be uncomfortable.
Soul Transfer!
It's like something ripping away inside of him as he forcibly tears the soul fragment out, throwing it into the bowl as he keeps his back to Malik, shielding his actions from sight.]
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Setting it on the counter, he sets the knife beside, resting his hand on top of it. Energy seems to surge inside of him.
This is going to be uncomfortable.
Soul Transfer!
It's like something ripping away inside of him as he forcibly tears the soul fragment out, throwing it into the bowl as he keeps his back to Malik, shielding his actions from sight.]
Did you have fun while I slept, Malik?
[His voice is pleasantly cheerful.]