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Unmasked!
*dies laughing!*
Okay, WR? Remember that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
harryandhermione63 user who kept popping up in your journal? She's a troll!.
*goes back to playing her dozen red roses and purring at the Kenzo perfume, courtesy of Amma and Teri respectively*
I can't believe people have that much time. XDDDD
Okay, WR? Remember that
harryandhermione63 user who kept popping up in your journal? She's a troll!.*goes back to playing her dozen red roses and purring at the Kenzo perfume, courtesy of Amma and Teri respectively*
I can't believe people have that much time. XDDDD
Shipping.
"I know."
"It's amusing."
"I know."
"I'm sure you do."
"..."
Cue a smirk. The darker male cocked his head to the side and watched the thief continue to shiver in front of him; his nude form easily catching the draft as such the wetness of blood on his body managing to add to the feelings he had.
Yami no Malik licked the jawline of the thief and pulled back some; watching him curiously and waiting for the other to give some sort of remark. Some sort of sarcasm or insight into what he was thinking or feeling.
Instead, Yami no Bakura just shook. After all, what else was he to say when the other seemed to know him so well?