Mokuba took the cot, curled up in a ball in his favorite Cyber Dragon PJs. The games were all put away, stacked and neat in the corner, where it seemed like there was a place set aside for it.
How often did these two play games together late into the night?
Yuugi was also asleep, having changed into his Kuriboh sweatshirt and pajama pants. He leaned against the side of Seto's bed, head resting against his arms as a blanket was wrapped nice and tightly around him.
Did one of the nurses do it?
With a little nudge, he could fall onto the bed easily. Or at least have his head rest against Seto's leg.
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Mokuba took the cot, curled up in a ball in his favorite Cyber Dragon PJs. The games were all put away, stacked and neat in the corner, where it seemed like there was a place set aside for it.
How often did these two play games together late into the night?
Yuugi was also asleep, having changed into his Kuriboh sweatshirt and pajama pants. He leaned against the side of Seto's bed, head resting against his arms as a blanket was wrapped nice and tightly around him.
Did one of the nurses do it?
With a little nudge, he could fall onto the bed easily. Or at least have his head rest against Seto's leg.
He sleeps, quietly.