✨ you only get one chance...

[liltuna]

THE FIRST IMPRESSION MEME   You only get once chance to put your best foot forward. Screw that up, and you'll be forever seared in someone's mind as the person who had spinach in their teeth, or worse! ✨HOW TO PLAY 1. Drop a top-level! 2. If you have previous CR with someone, you'll have to let them know what your first-impression of them was. If this is your first time meeting, you'll be compelled to share what kind of vibe they give off. It's okay to be honest! Are they gross? Do they seem approachable? Do you find them incredibly hot?  3. Find out if your first impression was correct! Maybe that strange loner actually has a heart of gold? You'll never know unless you talk to them!

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[thetombkeeper]

Your eyes are generally brown but turn either golden or reddish depending on your mood.

[Such an observant boyfriend.]

But yes, we can move on to more important matters. I'll even let you decide what we discuss next.

[feelsgoodinyou]

Okay, then- Wait, what? My eyes don't change colors! How'd they'd even do that?!


[ <------ Important things. Them ---------> ]

[thetombkeeper]

I-I don't know! Maybe it's the lighting? That's just... That's just how they look sometimes, alright?!

[feelsgoodinyou]

Yeah, but-- How??

[That's actually somewhat alarming, like his body is doing things he himself doesn't know?! Don't tell him all those centuries of being soaked in dark magic are finally starting to mutate him somehow or some shit!]

Zorc has red eyes, don't tell me it's bleeding into me as well... [Mumble mumble worried grumble]

[thetombkeeper]

[He should have kept his mouth shut... but he thought it was a good compliment!

Marik sighs and places a hand on Bakura's shoulder, pulling him into a half hug.]

... It's probably just the way the light hits your eyes that makes it look like that. Don't... worry about it.

[feelsgoodinyou]

[It would have been, under any other circumstances!

Bakura startles a bit at the sudden touch, but he relaxes easily enough once he knows what the other is trying to do. Marik's stubborn attempts to get him used to being touched are showing results.

The albino still tries to nail him with a scowl that's more of a pout, since it's hard to be scary when you're having a face and body like Ryou's and he's being distracted by his mind going miles an hour.]

No. If it's me somehow affecting the body of my vessel, then it's definitely too important to be ignored. [crossing his arms in front of his chest, he starts thinking out loud] Ryou has brown eyes. The red can be blames on the light, or me being a piece of Zorc or maybe even just general 'evi spirit' bullshit, but gold? It'd make way more sense if they swayed into my old eye-color.

[Looking back up to meet Marik's eyes, he drops his hands as he tries to explain.]

Gold isn't a color that's associated with dark spirits or magic at all. It's more one of the colors of the gods.

[Point in case: Marik, Tomb Keeper, a ton of shades of gold on his body. Bakura, Tomb Robber, coming in shades of black, bloody reds and sickly dark magics purples or corpse pales. Day colors on one side, night colors on the other.]

[thetombkeeper]

[The blonde frowns. All of this because he was trying to make the thief feel special. He understands why Bakura is worried given how complicated his situation is but still.

He reaches up with both hands and cups the other's cheeks, gazing back at him with a serious expression.]

Bakura. It's just the light. Like how my skin can look more golden or more grey. You hold your head at certain angles depending on your mood, which then affects the lighting on your eyes. That's all. I simply thought... telling you of the different shades might make you feel flattered because...

[His cheeks flush a bit but he remains focused.]

... I enjoy looking into your eyes.

[feelsgoodinyou]

[Okay that never happened before! Nobody has dared to touch Bakura like that since a VERY long time, so long that he can barely remember if it even happened back when he was still a little kid who had parents.

He gives Marik a stunned look that turns into a squint, but he's still too stunned to pull out of his grip.]

Your skin never looked grey. [Brown, bronze, dusty, honey, olive, golden,... there were many shades, but Ishtar would need to be seriously sick to qualify for grey skin.] Besides, I'm always just pissed. Angry vengeful spirit, remember?

....You're weird. Enjoying something like that....

[thetombkeeper]

[He rolls his eyes.]

I didn't mean fully grey.Just a dull tone to it sometimes.

[Marik can't help but smile a little though. He rubs a thumb over where Bakura's larger cheek scar would be if this were his previous form, studying his face for a moment or two.]

We've established both of those points already.

[feelsgoodinyou]

You're sure you don't mean you just got dusty after riding that bike of yours for hours? Desert sand has a bad habit of getting -everywhere-.

[He leans into the touch before blinking his eyes up at Marik, wondering why he can feel it press against his scar even though it's no longer there. Can scars be phantom ache as well?]

....Imbecile.

[thetombkeeper]

I don't know. Maybe. I was just giving a damn example is all!

[He utters a somehow affectionate huff and leans in a bit closer.]

... Fool.

[feelsgoodinyou]

Yours?

[He nudges Marik's side with an elbow in a friendly gesture. The tomb keeper definitely just lost a piece of his jewelry or whatever was in his pockets again just now.]

[thetombkeeper]

[And as usual, he doesn't notice at all. He just purses his lips slightly into a shy smirk.]

Yeah.

[Who's the real fool though, getting pickpocketed by his boyfriend and still none the wiser from it. He's just oozing with puppylove right now.]

[feelsgoodinyou]

You really are an idiot. What am I ever going to do with you?

[He chuckles, letting his loot slide into one of his pockets as he rubs the side of Marik's head fondly. Stupid lovestruck puppy indeed.]

[thetombkeeper]

[Marik lazily brings his arms more upwards to drape over Bakura's shoulders, no longer holding the sides of his face.]

Probably keep me around so I'm not a danger to anyone or something like that~

[feelsgoodinyou]

[That has Bakura draw back and laugh.]

Oh yeah, all the lampposts are going to rejoice that there's nobody being so distracted that he keeps running into them all the time anymore!

[thetombkeeper]

[He immediately puffs up.]

... Are you saying I'm a bad driver?!

[feelsgoodinyou]

I meant you walking, but thinking about it - you're a bad everything when you're distracted enough!

[don't make him prove his point. because he will]

[thetombkeeper]

[Huff!]

I am not! I'm still plenty capable.

[He isn't and he knows it but he'll never admit it.]

[feelsgoodinyou]

Oh, are you now~? Want to make a bet?

The next time we ride together, I'll distract you and you have to keep on driving as if nothing ever happened. No swaying or nearly driving into anything or anything over!

[thetombkeeper]

[Marik is an idiot. An idiot with too much pride. The red on his face betrays him trying to put up a front because his mind is already wandering. He's fairly certain he knows what Bakura's distractions will be.]

Fine! It's a bet then!

[Please don't let him crash the bike.]

[feelsgoodinyou]

Deal~!

[His hand finds Marik's and gives it a firm shake, sealing a promise for chaos and traffic insecurity to come.]

[thetombkeeper]

[Marik shakes his hand and grimaces.

He's going to get them killed.]