"Okay, okay, you don't have to talk about it anymore. Like I said, I saw it," Mokuba says, raising his hands to stop Yuugi from getting too far into the details. He doesn't want to relive that moment for two reasons.
One, he does not want to see his brother that into someone ever again, for CHASTITY REASONS! That is his brother, he doesn't need to see his bro doing that!
Two, it was terrifying not to be able to stop Seto for so long, to feel useless and unheard...
He opens his mouth to try and add anything of import, but before a single word leaves his lips--
"Yes, I thought of that too."
Oh shit.
Mokuba whirls, looking frightened as he follows the source of the voice, an unmistakable voice.
"S-Seto--" he stammers, and there his brother is, standing in the doorway with his arms crossed. It's defensive posture. His entire body is strung taut like a tightrope, but there's something different. Something...odd.
His eyes aren't visible.
His eyes have been covered by a thin strip of cloth, wound several times around his head and tied firmly at the back. He's still struggling with Yuugi's scent, it still claws his insides out, hollowing him and making his body react negatively...but he'll endure it, to see if it really was his eyes that had enthralled Yuugi. Or was it him being there?
There's nothing to worry about this time. He's thought of a contingency, in case they can't be parted.
"Bro, why are you doing this again?" Mokuba snaps. "It's not R&D at the company, you can't keep playing around like this!"
"But neither can I keep falling into the pit, unable to control myself," Seto responds softly, enough that it gives his little brother pause. "I need to understand this."
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One, he does not want to see his brother that into someone ever again, for CHASTITY REASONS! That is his brother, he doesn't need to see his bro doing that!
Two, it was terrifying not to be able to stop Seto for so long, to feel useless and unheard...
He opens his mouth to try and add anything of import, but before a single word leaves his lips--
"Yes, I thought of that too."
Oh shit.
Mokuba whirls, looking frightened as he follows the source of the voice, an unmistakable voice.
"S-Seto--" he stammers, and there his brother is, standing in the doorway with his arms crossed. It's defensive posture. His entire body is strung taut like a tightrope, but there's something different. Something...odd.
His eyes aren't visible.
His eyes have been covered by a thin strip of cloth, wound several times around his head and tied firmly at the back. He's still struggling with Yuugi's scent, it still claws his insides out, hollowing him and making his body react negatively...but he'll endure it, to see if it really was his eyes that had enthralled Yuugi. Or was it him being there?
There's nothing to worry about this time. He's thought of a contingency, in case they can't be parted.
"Bro, why are you doing this again?" Mokuba snaps. "It's not R&D at the company, you can't keep playing around like this!"
"But neither can I keep falling into the pit, unable to control myself," Seto responds softly, enough that it gives his little brother pause. "I need to understand this."