Kaiba's eyes flicker as he sees Yuugi's expression shift. It doesn't seem to have anything to do with what Kaiba said, because when he'd answered, Yuugi had sounded pretty insincere with his apology.

For a moment, the vampire has to think--is that the hand he'd bitten? He's certain he hadn't bitten where Yuugi was holding...and the cut should have been healed enough that Pegasus wouldn't notice it.

Then again, he'd noticed the wrist, hadn't he?

"Mutou, what's--"

"I'm heeeere~"

Kaiba's cut off as Pegasus joins them at the table with four cups, humming contentedly to himself as he takes a seat.

"Here we are, one for each of you. And this one--hmm, yes! This one's the hot chocolate for Mokuba boy."

The coffee's divvied up, Mokuba is in his little safe zone without the catshit coffee...and the rest of them? The rest of them are on Fear Factor. Kaiba's nose visibly wrinkles as he takes hold of his cup.

Don't think about it.

(don't think of cats)

Don't think about it.

(don't think of cats in the jungle shitting)

He can do this.

(cats eating coffee beans and digesting them and there's no litter box in the wild people just pick that shit right up off the ground)

Something on his face says he's definitely not interested in doing this, and he knows it. Even Mokuba looks as if he's pitying him from over the rim of his own drink, brows drawn together, grimacing where Seto can't see.

But Seto Kaiba has never turned down a challenge, which is exactly what this is. And he won't be starting now. So, he tips the cup and takes a long sip because he is doing this, he is drinking the shit coffee and he only has some regrets...

(all the regrets)