Favorite part to eat? Least favorite?
The brain or colon. I throw those out.
And there will be that lingering implication of possible sex that never actually happens because Malik will leave him there tied up, covering in vegetables in a church. The end.
( HAIBIBI WHY YOU ARE GONNA TORTURE MY BABY )
So very perceptive this one... so many fall to easily into sarcasm, but look at you! Heh, My other half is a babbling idiot with nothing but a thread of sanity left. I'm actually much more put together then him.
I’d rather you didn’t look at me. At any me. In fact you probably shouldn’t ever see other people, I doubt anyone wants to see you.
So you’ve switched roles then? Even so it’s a bit odd Zombie me would have anything to do with you.
Lies, lies and blasphemy.
… You’re his other half?
He was my other half. I was his master, not the other way around.
The Marik from my reality couldn’t master that thing and I doubt you did either. But don’t worry, I know better that to believe anything that comes out of that mouth.
I’d forgotten how unpleasant Bakuras are. *makes a disgusted face* At least we agree in regards to it.
He shook his head, grinning as he placed his hand on the other's shoulder, stepping into her personal space. "I want /you/ to break."
He took a step back, glaring. There was no real physical recourse for him right now—even if he didn’t use the Rod to stab Bakura, he would still normally use it to force his servants to attack. As it was right now, their loyalty was much looser than it ought to be. “What the fuck did I ever do to you?!”
"There is no delusion, I am what I say. Unlike you, I have no need for piety lies, and speak only the truth. You will be Mine to break."
"Look, if you want one of my servants to break, I’d be happy to pay you a protection fee in bodies. Is that what you’re after?" This man was crazy, obviously.
"I am your Master, and future God of this world."
"I meant who you are outside of your delusion, Bakura.” His tone was one of disdain.
"I want you to break for Me only. I want you to know that when I arrive you are to bow. I care not how you treat others, but you are to know I am your master."
Malik sneered to cover his disbelief. This man was just creepy, and coming from Malik that was saying something. “Who the hell are you?!”
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This time he was not getting away that easily, the zombie simply followed behind him, step by step not saying a single word.
He turned around and, seeing him so close, scowled. “What do you want from me? Go away, slime.”