[Bandaging Atem’s wounds is a quick, quiet affair. Bakura’s motions are smooth and efficient; it’s clear that he’s more than familiar with what he’s doing, which probably hints at how often he’s done it for his host body. He doesn’t talk as he works, feeling it unnecessary and unwanted. After all, they’re not friends.
Once the bandages are secured, he puts space between them once more.]
Don’t underestimate me. [He’s said it before, but he can also plainly see the evidence of what Yukari did to Atem. And he understands, or thinks he understands, some of what Atem’s struggle is, because it’s one he also feels.] This body is... frustrating. So much weaker than my own.
[Ryou had proven himself strong enough for his size, especially considering what Bakura put him through, but he simply doesn’t have the build of the Thief King.]
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Once the bandages are secured, he puts space between them once more.]
Don’t underestimate me. [He’s said it before, but he can also plainly see the evidence of what Yukari did to Atem. And he understands, or thinks he understands, some of what Atem’s struggle is, because it’s one he also feels.] This body is... frustrating. So much weaker than my own.
[Ryou had proven himself strong enough for his size, especially considering what Bakura put him through, but he simply doesn’t have the build of the Thief King.]