Kaiba listens intently, offering very little in turn. He's internalizing the rules, already formulating strategies based on what information he's been given. It's like breathing to him.
But he also seems mildly distracted. His hand traces along the patterning on the table closest to him, and while Yuugi continues to explain, he shifts one leg upward towards him, bending it at the knee.
The pain that blossoms forth is enough to make him jerk in the bed, but only slightly. He keeps it under control. He doesn't betray how much it actually hurt.
"...Dragons. Yes."
He is interested. He wants to play the game, but he's not drawn in entirely yet. There's a great deal still on his mind, not the least of which is his feelings about Yuugi and Mokuba still being here.
Is a game really the thing they should be doing right now? Isn't that...rewarding bad behavior?
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But he also seems mildly distracted. His hand traces along the patterning on the table closest to him, and while Yuugi continues to explain, he shifts one leg upward towards him, bending it at the knee.
The pain that blossoms forth is enough to make him jerk in the bed, but only slightly. He keeps it under control. He doesn't betray how much it actually hurt.
"...Dragons. Yes."
He is interested. He wants to play the game, but he's not drawn in entirely yet. There's a great deal still on his mind, not the least of which is his feelings about Yuugi and Mokuba still being here.
Is a game really the thing they should be doing right now? Isn't that...rewarding bad behavior?