[Everything sounds and feels extremely distant. Like he's in a tunnel. He can... sort of hear Chen cry out something and then Bakura being snarky but he's not sure what.
Him being flipped over on to his back just makes his equilibrium get even more messed up and he feels very close to passing out but then-
There's the sensation of something against his lips. It's rough in action but somehow seems warm and soft? The plugging of his nose and air being forced into his lungs snaps him back to reality, even more so when his gaze focuses on Bakura in his face.
He gasps, trying to regulate his own breathing now before he hyperventilates, and unconsciously grabs Bakura by the shoulders. It takes a moment or two before he's able to find a voice but when he does, the Ring Spirit will notice he's still pale and a bit shaky. Chen latches himself on to Marik's side, happy to see his trainer responding again.]
Gghh... You...!
[His eyes dance over Bakura's face, unsure of what to say as the memories replay in his mind for a second or two. The things this man endured, the things he's seen. No wonder he's become so spiteful. So twisted in anger. Marik swallows audibly, his grip tightening for a second as if debating to pull him closer before he ultimately decides to let him go.]
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Him being flipped over on to his back just makes his equilibrium get even more messed up and he feels very close to passing out but then-
There's the sensation of something against his lips. It's rough in action but somehow seems warm and soft? The plugging of his nose and air being forced into his lungs snaps him back to reality, even more so when his gaze focuses on Bakura in his face.
He gasps, trying to regulate his own breathing now before he hyperventilates, and unconsciously grabs Bakura by the shoulders. It takes a moment or two before he's able to find a voice but when he does, the Ring Spirit will notice he's still pale and a bit shaky. Chen latches himself on to Marik's side, happy to see his trainer responding again.]
Gghh... You...!
[His eyes dance over Bakura's face, unsure of what to say as the memories replay in his mind for a second or two. The things this man endured, the things he's seen. No wonder he's become so spiteful. So twisted in anger. Marik swallows audibly, his grip tightening for a second as if debating to pull him closer before he ultimately decides to let him go.]
... I s... saw it all, Bakura...