Yuugi was very strange...he didn't call Kaiba out for his inelegant handling of what was clearly a tough subject. It's as if he didn't expect much at all from him, which was both insulting, but also how Kaiba wanted it.
They weren't friends. They were barely coworkers, what with the disparity of their positions. Still...he doesn't feel entirely right considering Yuugi to be a means to an end. His blood was like ambrosia, but now that Kaiba had fed off him, he hopes that they'll be able to react appropriately to each other in the future.
He moves to the computer, finds the tea table and cups...and lets out a low scoff of a laugh. Well, Gandora might be Yuugi's ace, but Seto Kaiba is not rolling out of a Kuriboh cup. Fuck off with that.
There's an awkward moment, where he moves towards the bed and...isn't sure if he should be in it again. It's Yuugi's bed. Not his.
...He sets the tea table down, and looks for a chair. No. No, he's not getting in the bed again, not when he's finally gotten his dick calmed down. Chair. Yeah. Chair.
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They weren't friends. They were barely coworkers, what with the disparity of their positions. Still...he doesn't feel entirely right considering Yuugi to be a means to an end. His blood was like ambrosia, but now that Kaiba had fed off him, he hopes that they'll be able to react appropriately to each other in the future.
He moves to the computer, finds the tea table and cups...and lets out a low scoff of a laugh. Well, Gandora might be Yuugi's ace, but Seto Kaiba is not rolling out of a Kuriboh cup. Fuck off with that.
There's an awkward moment, where he moves towards the bed and...isn't sure if he should be in it again. It's Yuugi's bed. Not his.
...He sets the tea table down, and looks for a chair. No. No, he's not getting in the bed again, not when he's finally gotten his dick calmed down. Chair. Yeah. Chair.