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[malik-ishtar-blog]

bakura-ryou replied to your post: Happy birthday~!

I didn’t know it was your birthday. Congratulations.

It's not something I like to advertise.

But thanks.  Sure.

[tombkeeping]

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Greetings.

[reincarnated-isis]

bakura-ryou

"Hello, Ryou."

ooc;; gdit tumblr didn't see you BUT HELLO~

[jouwheeler]

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Ryou! Buddy! How's it goin'?

[malik-ishtar-blog]

[ in the aftermath ]

Malik has never been terribly fond of plane flights.  Even two hours after he'd landed in Domino, he still feels disoriented and disgruntled.  The immature side of him would like very much to spend the rest of the day complaining to himself in the privacy of the suite Isis had booked for him.  But he's trying to act more mindful these days.  Doesn't he owe it to those he's wronged?  He shouldn't forget why he's made this trip, after all.

He parks the rented motorcycle in the lot to a perfectly normal looking apartment complex.  Malik's legs are a little uneasy (it doesn't help that he's still getting used to handling the motorbike, which is bulkier than his own), but he manages well enough with a roll of his shoulders to loosen up various other stiff muscles.  In fact, he decides to take the stairs instead of the elevator in the hopes that it'll help him gather his bearings faster.

He said he's back?  So will he just be sitting in the apartment when I show up, eager to ask about my flight?  Tch.  It doesn't make any sense.  In spite of all the twists and turns he's seen in his life, the youngest Ishtar still finds himself mildly skeptical sometimes.  And after receieving an e-mail from Ryou Bakura that mentioned the return of someone-- something very much dead and gone, Malik isn't going to jump to any conclusions too quickly.  But it doesn't help that he himself still hears the ghost of a voice murmuring in his ear when he's awake at odd hours of the night.   

Stopping finally in front of one of the doors in the hall he's ended up in, he slides a slip of paper out from his pocket.  He checks to make sure the number on the door matches the address he'd scribbled down.  It does, of course, and he sighs slowly in a moment's hesitation before reaching to knock.  

"Er..."  Not one to usually feel awkward, Malik clears his throat and tries his best to shake off whatever uncertainty may be attempting to linger.  "Bakura?"  A pause as he makes to correct himself, though the boy's first name feels so foreign in his mouth.  "...Ryou?  You there?  It's... me.  Malik."

[malik-ishtar-blog]

Message from: Ryou Bakura / Mail to: Malik Ishtar

he's back please help me

...I will be on my way.  Shuld ahrive tumarow.