Rotten

Marik offered a warm smile, eyes bright with happiness as he introduced himself with a bow. "Nice to meet you all. My name is Marik Ishtar, but please call me Marik. I transferred from Egypt and it's my first time living in Japan, so please take care of me."He was a fake. Bakura could immediately tell that everything about him was fake, from his optimistic but shy composure, to his eyes that ushered kindness, down to his smile that was so, so, phony, it made the delinquent want to cackle. But the most hilarious irony was that he knew that every single one of these fools would undeniably fall for this little charade and would never realize just how much they were being played by a little dumb Egyptian boy.