[ It was the worst kind of attack, one that crept up from nowhere. He couldn't strike back at it, couldn't guard himself against the intrusion. By the end of the first day he'd felt listless, dredging up only a bit of energy to poke some fun at the fatalistic messages being passed over the 'berries. When he'd realized (something which had seemed to
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Can't say much if the others decide to draw mustaches on you. Really he would too and you'd end up with words and trees on your face if he had a marker. But Lavi's just back for a bunch of paper. No markers. And sadly no clean up. Pats Bakura on his head and then wanders out of the room to clean up.]
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Hello?
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Nami, get back here. It's not playtime. [Perhaps a familiar redhead will come out, who knew what Bakura remembered and what he didn't. He grins a little at seeing the other up and about though.]
Awake now, huh?
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So it seems.
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