Time passed, but still Yuugi's thoughts lingered on those words. Was this what it was like to find buried treasure after years of trying to find it? Years of reaching his hand out, getting it slapped back, only to hear what he'd always wanted to hear in a burst of opioid-induced honesty?
His stomach wouldn't stop fluttering.
His cheeks couldn't stop glowing.
Mokuba had to step out to get something to eat; it was late, and Burger World was only going to be open a few more hours before it switched to its breakfast menu.
Ugh, Burger World Breakfast: the bane of Yuugi's existence because it didn't serve real burgers.
He sat at Kaiba's side, handheld game in his hands as he played...something that looked like a strategy game. There were units on a battlefield, all named after people Yuugi knew. There was Mokuba the Ninja, Ryou the White Mage, Jonouchi the Samurai, Anzu the dancer, Yuugi the Summoner...
And Seto, the Dragoon, spear in hand as he did the majority of the party's raw physical damage.
He hummed to himself as he played; it was lilting and quiet, almost like a calming waltz that fluttered through the air.
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"...I'll keep you, too."
He paused.
"Sweet dreams, Seto."
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Time passed, but still Yuugi's thoughts lingered on those words. Was this what it was like to find buried treasure after years of trying to find it? Years of reaching his hand out, getting it slapped back, only to hear what he'd always wanted to hear in a burst of opioid-induced honesty?
His stomach wouldn't stop fluttering.
His cheeks couldn't stop glowing.
Mokuba had to step out to get something to eat; it was late, and Burger World was only going to be open a few more hours before it switched to its breakfast menu.
Ugh, Burger World Breakfast: the bane of Yuugi's existence because it didn't serve real burgers.
He sat at Kaiba's side, handheld game in his hands as he played...something that looked like a strategy game. There were units on a battlefield, all named after people Yuugi knew. There was Mokuba the Ninja, Ryou the White Mage, Jonouchi the Samurai, Anzu the dancer, Yuugi the Summoner...
And Seto, the Dragoon, spear in hand as he did the majority of the party's raw physical damage.
He hummed to himself as he played; it was lilting and quiet, almost like a calming waltz that fluttered through the air.