I know she wears scarves to hide her lip, but I seriously could not get the UFC like poster featuring Yoko out of my head today. @sxissorsbeatspaper
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I know she wears scarves to hide her lip, but I seriously could not get the UFC like poster featuring Yoko out of my head today. @sxissorsbeatspaper
@sxissorsbeatspaper liked for a PIC verse starter
{I still don’t get why your reward has to be a strip club. Even if you manage to sneak in you’re bound to get thrown out once they see you’re just a teenager.}
Yami Bakura was hiding up in the fire escape of a building, a few floors above the back entrance, and was eyeing the bouncer outside it. ‘You’re just a teenager,’ he thought back at Ryou, who was still bothering him from within their mind for some reason. ‘I’m pretty confident I was a grown adult back in Egypt. And besides it’s all about how you act, not how you look.’ Ryou sighed. {Just don’t give me any new scars. That bouncer looks pretty tough.}
Bakura looked down at her. His host was right, she was pretty muscular and dangerous looking, but then again, he had the Millennium Ring. He dug out his deck and found one of his more easier to summon monsters, Sangan, and summoned it further into the alley. Immediately, it started trashing around and scratching up the garbage containers, making a great deal of noise. Bakura watched the bouncer, waiting for her to go investigate.
Throws her arms over him, more than just a little drunk, and somewhat upset. “Mariku! Snakes don’t have any legs!”
“...I... they don’t, that’s right.. and?”
He stares at her confused but it doesn’t take long to put the pieces together and he sighs. “Come on, let’s lay down before you hurt yourself or break something in my house...”
Happy Birthday asshole. I hope you you have no problems finding a decent nursing home to live in.
“And of course, charming as always dear. Thank you, I guess...”
"Since shut up, let's go"
“Ohh, someones so eager to go on a date? huhuhu..... Very well. Just give me some time to get ready.”
"We're going out. Put on shoes, or don't. Either way It's going to be fun"
“Eh...?”
He blinks, giving her a slightly confused look.
“Since when are you so keen to go out in public willfully?”
Knocks aggressively on his front door
He opens the door, giving her a slightly annoyed look.
“Is there a reason you’re banging on my door like the cops?”
MM
Send “Mm..” and my muse will react to yours kissing their neck.
Moments like this with the girl were rare. More often then not he was dodging her fists in retaliation of his snark. Listening to her insult him or how they would both insult others together. So when she would accept his embrace and respond with affection, he savored it. Pausing as he stood in the kitchen, feeling her lean against his body on tip toes to reach his neck from behind. A small triumphant smirk on his lips.
A casual reminder from time to time that his hold on her still stood firmly.