Those might have been the sweetest, most tempting words that Seto Kaiba has heard in his entire life, and Yuugi probably doesn't even realize why. This man, who had thrown his turn like an amateur without a poker face, was telling him he wanted to play again.
And Kaiba, who had been starved for such competition...can only think of obliging it. Sure, he'd offered, but to have the man meet him halfway, to engage him in combat with so little fear, was thrilling.
He scoops up the dice, and that smirk, the one he wore when he was enjoying something, overconfident in himself, or both...it spurs him on. He shakes the cup, a little longer this time, then inverts it on the tea table again.
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Those might have been the sweetest, most tempting words that Seto Kaiba has heard in his entire life, and Yuugi probably doesn't even realize why. This man, who had thrown his turn like an amateur without a poker face, was telling him he wanted to play again.
And Kaiba, who had been starved for such competition...can only think of obliging it. Sure, he'd offered, but to have the man meet him halfway, to engage him in combat with so little fear, was thrilling.
He scoops up the dice, and that smirk, the one he wore when he was enjoying something, overconfident in himself, or both...it spurs him on. He shakes the cup, a little longer this time, then inverts it on the tea table again.
"You can take the first turn this time."