"Play me," Kaiba says almost immediately. He doesn't mean to cut Mokuba out of the equation, but even his little brother can tell that he needs this. It's written all over his face, how he needs the distraction.
Yuugi's joke is lost on him, clattering into the abyss of his anxiety--anxiety?!
Kaiba doesn't feel anxiety. Even when faced with death, he stood tall--
--but you need legs to stand, don't you? And he doesn't have working legs. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
"I'll figure it out. Just...give me the cards."
Not so much a dragon as a grounded, pathetic salamander, is he? But he clings to this game, letting Yuugi take the first move, to explain the rules to him. He only needs the barest help, he's prided himself on being the best gamer in Japan and he doesn't need to be coddled over not knowing the exact way the game works.
He picks it up well enough to force Yuugi onto the backfoot early on, at least. A fitting distraction, to be able to fight and win.
He can almost forget the ache in his legs, and where that originates from.
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Yuugi's joke is lost on him, clattering into the abyss of his anxiety--anxiety?!
Kaiba doesn't feel anxiety. Even when faced with death, he stood tall--
--but you need legs to stand, don't you? And he doesn't have working legs. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
"I'll figure it out. Just...give me the cards."
Not so much a dragon as a grounded, pathetic salamander, is he? But he clings to this game, letting Yuugi take the first move, to explain the rules to him. He only needs the barest help, he's prided himself on being the best gamer in Japan and he doesn't need to be coddled over not knowing the exact way the game works.
He picks it up well enough to force Yuugi onto the backfoot early on, at least. A fitting distraction, to be able to fight and win.
He can almost forget the ache in his legs, and where that originates from.
Almost.