Kaiba's in hell. Yuugi's actually enjoying the coffee, and Pegasus seems to be as well, given the way he hums after his own sip, and responds to Yuugi with such enthusiasm.
"There's not too many places that serve it, but this shop happens to! I couldn't resist expanding the palates of my young friends~" he lilts, his icy eye twinkling with delight...and perhaps something else. Mischief? No, of course not!
"What about you, Kaiba boy~? What do you think of it?" Pegasus adds.
What does Kaiba think of it? He can't even focus on the taste. He's not some first or second year university student that had to live off scraps to get by, or who had friends to feed into dares with. He was particular about what he imbibed, and this? It didn't fit the bill.
He isn't Yuugi.
So he's pretty sure he's going to vomit if he keeps drinking this.
And yet that's what he does. Can vampires go pale? Is that possible? Well, he's doing a great job of it. He's not going to lose this game. He will not lose!
(don't gag don't gag don't gag)
"It's...not my preferred choice of drink," he mutters lowly. "Too sweet. Too unusual."
He takes another sip though, and he's definitely not thinking about cat shit, and how roasting the beans could never remove the taint. He's not thinking about the beans moving through the civet's guts, and it's not making his stomach twist itself in knots.
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"There's not too many places that serve it, but this shop happens to! I couldn't resist expanding the palates of my young friends~" he lilts, his icy eye twinkling with delight...and perhaps something else. Mischief? No, of course not!
"What about you, Kaiba boy~? What do you think of it?" Pegasus adds.
What does Kaiba think of it? He can't even focus on the taste. He's not some first or second year university student that had to live off scraps to get by, or who had friends to feed into dares with. He was particular about what he imbibed, and this? It didn't fit the bill.
He isn't Yuugi.
So he's pretty sure he's going to vomit if he keeps drinking this.
And yet that's what he does. Can vampires go pale? Is that possible? Well, he's doing a great job of it. He's not going to lose this game. He will not lose!
(don't gag don't gag don't gag)
"It's...not my preferred choice of drink," he mutters lowly. "Too sweet. Too unusual."
He takes another sip though, and he's definitely not thinking about cat shit, and how roasting the beans could never remove the taint. He's not thinking about the beans moving through the civet's guts, and it's not making his stomach twist itself in knots.
He's not grossed out, YOU'RE GROSSED OUT.