Mokuba set down the papers and made an about-face...
Stopped.
And made quick steps towards Seto as little arms wrapped around his waist; only Mokuba Kaiba could hug his brother and live, and right now it was warranted. He knew. He knew how much Seto is putting himself out for this...
"Thanks, Seto. I owe you one."
---
Around an hour later, Seto Kaiba receives a text from Mokuba:
I had to practically manhandle it on him. He was not happy.
And in the photo...
Is Yuugi Mutou. Dressed -- if you could even call it that -- in Seto Kaiba's white shirt with his hands in his lap.
Seto was right, the shirt did engulf him, even falling off his shoulder to reveal a pale shoulder and slender neck. He averted his eyes shyly, a deep blush on his cheeks.
no subject
Mokuba set down the papers and made an about-face...
Stopped.
And made quick steps towards Seto as little arms wrapped around his waist; only Mokuba Kaiba could hug his brother and live, and right now it was warranted. He knew. He knew how much Seto is putting himself out for this...
"Thanks, Seto. I owe you one."
---
Around an hour later, Seto Kaiba receives a text from Mokuba:
I had to practically manhandle it on him. He was not happy.
And in the photo...
Is Yuugi Mutou. Dressed -- if you could even call it that -- in Seto Kaiba's white shirt with his hands in his lap.
Seto was right, the shirt did engulf him, even falling off his shoulder to reveal a pale shoulder and slender neck. He averted his eyes shyly, a deep blush on his cheeks.
His color, though.
He looked a little better.