Seto visibly flinched where he sat, his eyes widening.
"My--"
No way. No way. Just the thought of it made his skin prickle! Mokuba wants to take his clothes, and put it near Yuugi so that--so that somehow, he could try and benefit from it? By what, sniffing it?
He hates it. He despises it. It feels like a violation of his personal boundaries to do something like that, especially if he wasn't being straightforward with it.
"You're asking too much," he said, a note of alarm in his tone. "Mokuba...how can you even suggest it?"
It's not just a selfishness thing, it's a privacy thing! He doesn't want to!
But then...he can see the look on his brother's face as he refuses, and it makes him squirm too. His brother really did want him to help this nobody, because to him, Yuugi was a somebody, actually. He tried hard, he helped out, and he was kind to Mokuba, enough that they were friends.
"Nngh."
Seto's hands balled into fists on his desk. He actually looked as if he wanted to escape reality right then and there, which included actually flushing. That was always a tall order as a vampire, with no self-oxygenating blood to speak of. The only reason the color that sluggishly rises to his cheeks is lighter than a bruise is because he was in the middle of his lunch when Mokuba came in here.
"Don't...be secretive. If you're going to do it, then--then let him know. He'll find out anyway, our sizes are astronomically different"
He's a full head taller than Yuugi. His clothes would drown the man, at best.
"Just do it as soon as possible, before I change my mind, and don't give him any outfits I like!"
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"My--"
No way. No way. Just the thought of it made his skin prickle! Mokuba wants to take his clothes, and put it near Yuugi so that--so that somehow, he could try and benefit from it? By what, sniffing it?
He hates it. He despises it. It feels like a violation of his personal boundaries to do something like that, especially if he wasn't being straightforward with it.
"You're asking too much," he said, a note of alarm in his tone. "Mokuba...how can you even suggest it?"
It's not just a selfishness thing, it's a privacy thing! He doesn't want to!
But then...he can see the look on his brother's face as he refuses, and it makes him squirm too. His brother really did want him to help this nobody, because to him, Yuugi was a somebody, actually. He tried hard, he helped out, and he was kind to Mokuba, enough that they were friends.
"Nngh."
Seto's hands balled into fists on his desk. He actually looked as if he wanted to escape reality right then and there, which included actually flushing. That was always a tall order as a vampire, with no self-oxygenating blood to speak of. The only reason the color that sluggishly rises to his cheeks is lighter than a bruise is because he was in the middle of his lunch when Mokuba came in here.
"Don't...be secretive. If you're going to do it, then--then let him know. He'll find out anyway, our sizes are astronomically different"
He's a full head taller than Yuugi. His clothes would drown the man, at best.
"Just do it as soon as possible, before I change my mind, and don't give him any outfits I like!"