[ Was that recognition? Bakura's senses sharpen, as if he were the wolf and he'd just scented blood. He doesn't know a thing about his situation, except for one fact:
this person had not wanted to see him. Him, specifically.
Which is one of his favorite ways to start a conversation. Bakura's mouth tugs in a smirk, all the other factors his thief's brain are weighing - whether or not this is where he thinks it is; how to escape this trap if it's not (or maybe even if it is); how to pull this off sans heka and Diabound; why the FUCK is it so FREAKISHLY COLD - a low, instinctual murmur. His head cocks. ]
Careful, god. You look like you've seen....a ghost.
H-hehehehehe....
[ Ryou, never meet your heroes. Or. Well. Your magic necklace's heroes. That way lies only disappuntment. ]
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this person had not wanted to see him. Him, specifically.
Which is one of his favorite ways to start a conversation. Bakura's mouth tugs in a smirk, all the other factors his thief's brain are weighing - whether or not this is where he thinks it is; how to escape this trap if it's not (or maybe even if it is); how to pull this off sans heka and Diabound; why the FUCK is it so FREAKISHLY COLD - a low, instinctual murmur. His head cocks. ]
Careful, god. You look like you've seen....a ghost.
H-hehehehehe....
[ Ryou, never meet your heroes. Or. Well. Your magic necklace's heroes. That way lies only disappuntment. ]