Paladin: It's probably been done before, but oh well.
Reversed
Marik looked me over with a practiced eye. He was accustomed to seeing me like this at least once a week.
"A black eye, split lip, and some bruised ribs. You two should stop fighting so much." Marik mumbled, sitting back and shaking his head.
"Yeah, like I have a choice." I say sullenly. I can't help it. It's embarrassing to have to rely on him so much. "He just can't control himself."
"You shouldn't be making excuses for him."
"I know." Marik leans over and tugs on a strand of my white hair, grinning.
"You taught him to be like that you know." I snarl, jerking my head back so Marik lets go of my hair.
"I know that." I can't help but smile affectionately. "He is my hikari after all."
That turned out to be extremely short, even shorter that I had hoped. But, I tried a longer version, but it lost its impact. So I guess it stays this way.
