[CAMPUS/IC]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[This is a general post for threads that can't go anywhere else, to prevent making closed posts for one or two characters.

Threads here are 100% IC for the_campus.

05/10/13 - A Soft Heart Breaking. (Date Mislabelled on actual thread)
05/10/13 - What Family's For
8/10/13 - Trespass of the Soul
13/10/13 - Fears of the Past
13/10/13 - The Great Evacuation
14/10/13 - A Beach Date! Jokes Spiralling Out of Control
31/10/13 - Questionable Intentions
03/11/13 - Secrets of the Mind]

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[fluffydeathdealer]

... [No, he meant victim. But now that he thought about it, he probably would look like a murderer.]

I'd better not let anyone see me on the way back.

[And Malik would probably still be in the apartment, too. Dammit, dammit, dammit... Maybe he'd better hide out somewhere and pretend he was just too worried about Malik killing him.]

[stealshinies]

You could always stay here! After all, I always have more I can teach you. Your soul isn't nearly black enough.

[Of course don't be surprised if Thief King Bakura's temper and impatience get the best of him. Ryou may very well not stay longer than another hour.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Yeah, he was pretty sure that wasn't going to happen. This guy was kind of crazy, after all.]

Like what? [He can't imagine this guy teaching him anything that actually keeps him here.] Uhm. Can I use your sink?

[Please let him wash this blood off his skin.]

[stealshinies]

Like how to enjoy yourself a little more! [Bakura grabbed his knife once more, using it to carve something into the table below.]

And that depends. What's a sink?

[fluffydeathdealer]

Uhm. Okay.

[How to enjoy himself...? He doesn't need lessons on that.]

It's the metal bowl in the kitchen and bathroom that you pour water into to wash up.

[stealshinies]

Oh, so that's what that's called.

[He tossed his knife aside, finishing his crude, but typically Egyptian styled drawing of what looks to be Ryou's shocked face and posture (in profile, of course) covered in scribbles....er, blood.] Then no! That's my water, how generous do you think I am?!

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Sigh. He figured. And what was with the exceptionally embarrassing artwork?] It's not like it runs out... But whatever you say.

[stealshinies]

[The only embarrassing thing here was the look on Ryou's face when that blood hit him!]

Not run out, h-hehehe...what do you take me for, Ba? I'd be mad if it weren't such a piss-poor lie. You can sit and suffer with the stink of blood tonight!

[fluffydeathdealer]

[THAT'S THE POINT.]

...

[Jeez. You really don't know much about modern life, huh? He shook his head with a sigh.]

Why not test it in one of the other rooms, then? Just leave the tap running and lock the door so nobody can turn it off. As long as you don't block up the sink, it shouldn't be a problem.

[stealshinies]

[Bakura scowled, growing irritated with his Ba's pointless lies.]

Shut up! I'm not wasting water like that! If I run out, I'll have to go all the way over to the stream just to get a drink.

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Sigh. He could just go home and hope Malik wasn't around. But it hasn't been nearly long enough yet for him to fall asleep or anything. He rubbed at the red liquid drying against his cheek irritably.]

You can ask anyone, you know. But I won't push the issue.

[What does he care if this jerk is stuck in the past?]

Anyway, what did you have in mind?

[stealshinies]

Us going out and having a little fun...

[The way he emphasizes the word certainly doesn't make it sound like innocent fun. Then again, this was the Great Thief King Bakura]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[What the hell does this guy consider fun? Besides, he's covered in blood. It's really not a good idea to go out like this.]

...Can I go home and change first?

[stealshinies]

[He debates it a minute...]

Go ahead. [The blood might be troublesome anyway.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Thank you.

[Without taking the chance that the guy might change his mind, he bolts for the door. Hopefully Malik won't notice him.]

[stealshinies]

[Hopefully, h-hehe...

The Thief King will just be following Ryou, although from quite a bit of a distance. Still, it should be enough to find out just exactly where it is he lives.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[When he reaches the door, he checks it and finds it unlocked. Malik must still be inside. That or he forgot to lock it when he went out. Either way, he opens the door and slips inside.]

[obeytherod]

[Too bad Malik was in the kitchen, and he walks out to see what's up as soon as the door opens.

He almost drops the frying pan full of koshary he's holding upon seeing Ryou's bloodied state.]

Ryou, what the hell happened to you?!

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Fuck! It was rare for him to swear even silently, but being caught so easily is a pain.]

I-it's fine! It's not mine.

[Wait shit that made it sound worse-]

I... uhm. I promise I didn't kill anyone?

[obeytherod]

[He had planned on chewing Ryou out by the time he got back. But no, of course he had to ruin it by coming back soaked in blood!!

Malik's voice was cold and serious.]

...Is it the same thing that drenched the bathroom? Do we need to move again?

[fluffydeathdealer]

No, not at all! Someone just threw blood on me, that's all!

[...He didn't mean to be honest. Dammit.]

It's a pain, but I'm telling the truth...

[obeytherod]

What? [And then suddenly, he sounds his age.] Eww. Who would do that?

Feh... [Malik reaches back, pulling out his deck with a sour face.] Do I have to punish someone?

[fluffydeathdealer]

...eh? You'd do that for me?

[Not that Ryou approves of punishment, but he's surprised that Malik would do that for him after he got him hurt.]

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[obeytherod]

I can't let people think they can just do whatever they want to my family. Even if I want to punish you myself right now for what you did earlier...

[He draws Twin-Headed Behemoth, summoning it just behind him.] This takes precedent.

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[obeytherod]

[The teal-eyed head immediately bends down and scoops up the entirety of Malik's koshary dish with its tongue.] O-oy! That was mine!