Small, but not like his brother. And that voice...
Yuugi.
He mouths the name, but the sounds don't come out. It's frustrating, and he lets out an annoyed sigh--or tries to. But his chest is so heavy that it sounds more like a deflated groan. Kaiba's eyes slip shut again, but his fingers twitch against Yuugi's.
Good...good. Mokuba did the right thing--mostly. Why was Yuugi here? Why was he allowed? He'll ask when his brother's here, because it'd be useless to ask Yuugi himself.
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Small, but not like his brother. And that voice...
Yuugi.
He mouths the name, but the sounds don't come out. It's frustrating, and he lets out an annoyed sigh--or tries to. But his chest is so heavy that it sounds more like a deflated groan. Kaiba's eyes slip shut again, but his fingers twitch against Yuugi's.
Good...good. Mokuba did the right thing--mostly. Why was Yuugi here? Why was he allowed? He'll ask when his brother's here, because it'd be useless to ask Yuugi himself.