Honestly, Kaiba was a natural. If the circumstances were a little different, Yuugi could have found himself truly losing himself in the experience.
He'd thought about Kaiba a lot while making the rules, while thinking of the monster types and how to move around the terrain--
Yuugi was on the backfoot early on, but he knew how to turn things around by using the terrain to his advantage. He set up a pincer attack, but he knew Kaiba would get out of it. He hoped he would; that way he could fall for his actual trap...
Mokuba meanwhile bit his lip, sitting off to the side.
Yuugi'd often talked about how he'd hoped their first game would go, but...it was a little sad that it was in the throes of an anxiety attack. Still, Seto needed this.
Heck, Yuugi needed this, too.
It was through games that the two of them communicated best, after all.
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He'd thought about Kaiba a lot while making the rules, while thinking of the monster types and how to move around the terrain--
Yuugi was on the backfoot early on, but he knew how to turn things around by using the terrain to his advantage. He set up a pincer attack, but he knew Kaiba would get out of it. He hoped he would; that way he could fall for his actual trap...
Mokuba meanwhile bit his lip, sitting off to the side.
Yuugi'd often talked about how he'd hoped their first game would go, but...it was a little sad that it was in the throes of an anxiety attack. Still, Seto needed this.
Heck, Yuugi needed this, too.
It was through games that the two of them communicated best, after all.