The Egyptian thinks nothing of it. As long as Kaiba doesn't mind him tagging along then they're good, right? He blinks, looking over at the other teen when he stops.

He's about to voice his thoughts when Kaiba beats him to the punch. Marik can't help but grin. That's why he's begun appreciating the brunette's friendship. He doesn't hold his punches and generally says what's on his mind - if it needs to be said.

"Likewise. I wouldn't have stuck around if we weren't similarly minded. You've always had a certain level of tenacity I liked," he nudges Kaiba in the arm although his grin softens into a smile. "Really, if you hadn't of come along, I'd probably be wasting away doing nothing."

He had a few ideas before his fellow duelist had arrived but nothing well thought out and no real motivation to further his goals. Maybe he'd eventually get stir crazy enough but it probably wouldn't have happened for a while.

The smile turns back into a grin as he chuckles. "I'm pleased to hear I don't cramp your style though~"

Oba vibrates happily on top of King, absolutely estatic about everything going on and not knowing what to do about it.