[Bakura's smirk lights up with wolfish glee as he watches how Marik starts unraveling faster and faster. It's bound to be a whole bloody mess and he knows it, but true to his vengeful existence the spirit cares little for what misfortune he'll leave in his wake - as long as he can sow the seed of discord and create a new spring that shall eventually swell forth until it becomes a river leading to his revenge.
Bakura doesn't care who he uses to reach his ultimate goal, nor does he care for their fates; helping Marik without any visible gains had been a shorttime blip on his radar, a brief slip based on a whim and too many similarities between their respectable fates...
Or so he keeps telling himself.]
Temper, temper ~
[The thief merely laughs as he allows himself to get caught, eyes resting on the unlucky little creature hiding behind Marik rather than the agitated tomb keeper himself. Licking his lips, he leans in.]
Maybe I will, when- what?![and then the Runerigus that had been hiding behind the thief crashes into his back and envelops both of them in its arms.]
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Bakura doesn't care who he uses to reach his ultimate goal, nor does he care for their fates; helping Marik without any visible gains had been a shorttime blip on his radar, a brief slip based on a whim and too many similarities between their respectable fates...
Or so he keeps telling himself.]
Temper, temper ~
[The thief merely laughs as he allows himself to get caught, eyes resting on the unlucky little creature hiding behind Marik rather than the agitated tomb keeper himself. Licking his lips, he leans in.]
Maybe I will, when- what?![and then the Runerigus that had been hiding behind the thief crashes into his back and envelops both of them in its arms.]