Regrettably, Mokuba isn't in the office quite yet, but once he gets the text, he forwards it to the one other person that could do something about it--Isono. And of course, he texts Yuugi back letting him know.
Within minutes, Isono's arrived to Seto's office with a very small cup of coffee. Something bracing, to get him back on track, but not enough to cause problems with his...interesting biology.
It'll take Kaiba a moment to really wake himself up, and to be able to get back to work. He's not hungry though, not really. It's...strangely nice. Isono, for his part, notices that where Seto's suits and clothing hadn't quite fit his shoulders right, now there was less creasing and gathering.
An improvement, if subtle.
Elsewhere, however, there's some trouble afoot.
A snack probably wouldn't have been a terrible idea, but there's someone unfamiliar near the vending machine, pondering his purchase a little too much. He's dressed in red from head to toe--probably a very expensive suit--but the cravat really does look ancient, doesn't it?
"Hmm...hard to choose, hard to choose...every option's interesting," he said with a sigh. There's something about the way he speaks too, a foreign lilt on the syllables that betrays he's not a local.
As Yuugi approaches, the man turns to face him, his ice-blue eye full of curiosity--and it was just one eye. The way his hair was parted, the left was covered completely.
"Oh! My apologies! Please, let me get out of your way!" he says, taking a few steps from the machine with a slight incline of his head. Polite enough, for a foreigner.
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Within minutes, Isono's arrived to Seto's office with a very small cup of coffee. Something bracing, to get him back on track, but not enough to cause problems with his...interesting biology.
It'll take Kaiba a moment to really wake himself up, and to be able to get back to work. He's not hungry though, not really. It's...strangely nice. Isono, for his part, notices that where Seto's suits and clothing hadn't quite fit his shoulders right, now there was less creasing and gathering.
An improvement, if subtle.
Elsewhere, however, there's some trouble afoot.
A snack probably wouldn't have been a terrible idea, but there's someone unfamiliar near the vending machine, pondering his purchase a little too much. He's dressed in red from head to toe--probably a very expensive suit--but the cravat really does look ancient, doesn't it?
"Hmm...hard to choose, hard to choose...every option's interesting," he said with a sigh. There's something about the way he speaks too, a foreign lilt on the syllables that betrays he's not a local.
As Yuugi approaches, the man turns to face him, his ice-blue eye full of curiosity--and it was just one eye. The way his hair was parted, the left was covered completely.
"Oh! My apologies! Please, let me get out of your way!" he says, taking a few steps from the machine with a slight incline of his head. Polite enough, for a foreigner.