"After work," Kaiba says, before taking another sip. He leans with his back against the counter, one leg crossed over the other. It's very casual...but his eyes are like daggers if they meet with any curious glances. "He's very interested in you, and I'm not entirely pleased with that."
Yuugi's done good work in his very short time with the company. Kaiba's not looking to lose him, and...anyway, he's not sure if he can go back to his normal life without the man in it. Not because he cared, but because of his blood.
The blood thrumming in his ears, begging to be tasted.
"Would you come to the office with me?" he asks coolly. "I need to go over something with you."
There's nothing on the docket about that. There's nothing at all backing up Kaiba's claim that he needs to see Yuugi. So...it's not work-related. But he better pretend it is.
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Yuugi's done good work in his very short time with the company. Kaiba's not looking to lose him, and...anyway, he's not sure if he can go back to his normal life without the man in it. Not because he cared, but because of his blood.
The blood thrumming in his ears, begging to be tasted.
"Would you come to the office with me?" he asks coolly. "I need to go over something with you."
There's nothing on the docket about that. There's nothing at all backing up Kaiba's claim that he needs to see Yuugi. So...it's not work-related. But he better pretend it is.