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 Posted: Tue May 31, 2005 3:21 pm
"I can't....tell you. He's happy now, anyway. It doesn't really matter. He's got someone else to look out for him. And I'm being perfectly normal!" Hysterical tears were at the edge of his eyes, and the blush had reached the point that he looked like a sunburned tomato.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2005 3:25 pm
Cloth Roses Bakura was watching the exchange through the eyes of a portrait. Good, the boy is keeping his promise he thought, smirking as he closed the latch.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2005 3:26 pm
sees mariks tears and whipes them away so u can't tell me i see
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2005 3:30 pm
"At last you understand. I'd like to tell you. I really would. It's just...I promised." He glanced down the hall again. "But, maybe I can be a little late." Every part of him screamed to lean into the older man. My, how easily won over you are.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2005 3:34 pm
late but u said ur teacher would be angry if u were marik starts blushing a little himself
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2005 3:38 pm
((Hmm...if Malik is Meg, does that make Isis Mme. Giry?))
"I did say that, didn't I? Well it's not like I've never cut practice before. A few extra hours of practice won't kill me, though it'll seem like it at the time." He smiled a little, shyly. You are absolutely pathetic, you know that, Malik? A little physical contact and some kind words and you turn into a puddle of goo.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2005 3:43 pm
well i can try and help but i'm not very good mari
(i have no idea like i said i don't know much about phantom of the opera)
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2005 3:48 pm
((The KISS version: Mme. Giry is the ballet mistress (in the ALW version. In the book, she's a box keeper, and Erik's messenger of sorts in both versions) Meg is her daughter))
Malik debated whether to ask him to let his wrists go. On the one hand, it was nice to be touched. One the other hand, his arms were falling asleep. "That's thoughtful of you, monsuier. I doubt you could do muchthough. That woman has a hell of a temper." Malik smiled. He must be lightening up, a bit more of his real personality showing through.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2005 4:01 pm
(no i don't really know and i am so tempted to say i own my own company i could sue that teacher of urs marik hehe)
yeah ur probably right why si she so mean marik do u know
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2005 4:07 pm
((Well, he IS a Comte/Count (Atemu being the vicomte), so he would have a lot of influence))
"It's not so much that she's mean, so much as she's...strict and a perfectionist. I pity those on her bad side." He shifted a little, trying to work some feeling back into his arm. This backfired, however, and left his back pressed against the Comte's stomach in an even MORE akward position.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2005 4:32 pm
(not to be mean but i still don'tknow waht those words mean i am stupid like that)
lets go of marik and blushes a little more i see so she has to be a perfectionist is that it
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2005 5:22 pm
((A count having the same amount of influence as sucessful buisnessman in modern day (like Seto), in other words. don't worry, you're not stupid. I just talk a lot))
He nodded. "She really looks out for us though. It's the closest thing there is to a parent for a lot of the dancers." He stared at his feet. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2005 5:45 pm
(*before she goes insane* I beg of you yamiseto, use proper english....*can hardly stand chat speak anymore*)
"You would do well to leave Malik alone," Bakura's voice thundered from the secret hallway. "Lest you wish the noose to tighten around your neck."
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2005 5:49 pm
"Ah! The Ghost..." He turned to the others. "I need to go. Please don't follow me." He left, not giving them time to recover from the voice. He hid in an empty room. "Phantom, please, I need to speak with you."
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2005 6:18 pm
Bakura appeared from behind a tapestry moments later. "Yes, Malik?" he spoke calmly, tracing the stitches of the cloth.
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