AN: Badfic is bad. I still like it though so stfu. =v=
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Malik bit his lip nervously and stared straight ahead. Bakura walked next to him, relaxed, swinging his arms with each step. Malik had to time his next movements well in order to carry out his plan in the least awkward way possible. He moved his arm away from his body and attempted to grab Bakura's hand as it swung forward. Bakura reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear.
'shit' Malik thought, as he yanked his arm back and stuffed his hands in his pockets. Bakura watched him out of the corner of his eye. He knew what Malik had been planning, and trying to do and he was giving him a hard time on purpose. Malik had never said it but even Joey's blind sister could see he was in love. Bakura turned, smirking.
"Malik, your cheeks are red."
"It's cold out!" Malik snapped back.
"Indeed. I told you to wear gloves, remember?" Bakura chided.
"I couldn't find them!" Malik said angrily to the sidewalk. Bakura chuckled. The blonde was overreacting, embarrassed that his stealthy attempt at holding hands failed.
"Would you like mine?"
Malik glared at him.
"…fine." He said, holing out his hand. Bakura smacked his hand down on Malik's and laced their fingers together. He swung Malik's arm with his own and laughed as he stumbled to reverse the order of his steps. Malik stared at his shoes and attempted to suppress a smile from his twitching lips.
"We're almost to your apartment, would you like -"
"No. Let's go another block."
"I thought you were cold?" Bakura smirked sarcastically. Malik gripped Bakura's hand tighter.
"I'm fine."