Now, with two chappies! Ja ne!
Hi: Malik's thought's to Marik
Ho: Marik to Malik
"Malik, must we really sink down to Ryou and Baku-chan's level just to enjoy ourselves?" Malik grinned. Marik sweat-dropped. And, to think, I'M the yami, and HE'S the light. Feh, whoever came up with that yin-yang crap must've not seen us! Marik smirked at his light, who, for the life of himself, could not get that blasted jacket on. Actually, he could GET it on, but he could not zip it up. "Mal-chan," Marik said, walking towards said hikari. "… This isn't a reversible coat. Malik blushed, giggling nervously "Whoops. Heh heh." Marik shook his head. "Silly hikari. C'mon, let's go."
"Whoop! You go, young pad-walker!" Malik sighed. NOW, who was being silly? "Marik, it's padawalker (A/N: SP?), not pad-walker. Good grief, that sounds SO wrong." Malik chuckled, reaching for the popcorn. "NOOOO!" Marik wailed, making Malik jump. "NOT MY POPCORN! NOOOOOOO!" Malik sighed, scratching his head bemusedly. Okay, then… Reaching for the drink they shared, he got the exact same reaction, down to the tone. "NOOOO!" Marik wailed again, Malik groaning. "NOT MY POPCORN! NOOOOOOO!" Malik sweat-dropped. "Marik, you BAKA, it's not even your popcorn!" Marik paused. "Oh." Then… "NOOOOO! MY LOVELY COCA-COLA! NOOOOOO!" Malik sighed tiredly. "Oh, stuff a sock in it."
Marik sighed. Jeez, hikari, you're a jerk! He could FEEL Malik's indignation at this. Me?! A jerk?! You're the one who squealed wolf whenever I reached for the popcorn! You're the one that whined when I reached for MY coca-cola! You're the one that- Oh, Marik grunted, Shut up. Please. Just shut. Up…