[ Bakura smirks. Attempts to turn and lead Atem to a far corner of the room, one hand full of alcohol and the other arm occupied by Princess.
Her smirk is daring, now, daring and close. She leans in to murmur: ]
Want to touch it.....?
[ which is not an answer, not yet, but Bakura has never believed in giving things to the girl whose every wish is a command. No, Bakura alone (save maybe for the magic teacher, and, psh, he is kind of a sad sack and no fun) makes her work. ]
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Her smirk is daring, now, daring and close. She leans in to murmur: ]
Want to touch it.....?
[ which is not an answer, not yet, but Bakura has never believed in giving things to the girl whose every wish is a command. No, Bakura alone (save maybe for the magic teacher, and, psh, he is kind of a sad sack and no fun) makes her work. ]