"You are now."

Listen. Kaiba's saying it to be a bitch, because he feels awful, and he doesn't care if it's warranted, unwarranted, or aggravating.

"I'm not doing that again. Ever. Nnngh..."

He almost...almost considers kicking Yuugi out of spite, but he'd put him on the couch in the first place, and he had no intention of ruining his work. Besides, Mokuba was there. Right fucking there.

"Yuugi, don't worry. I know you're both idiots. Bro's just being a child because he doesn't look great either. You both look awful."

It's true and Mokuba's not apologizing.

"...What do you guys need? I'll get to it."

Seto gives Mokuba a withering look, his face flushed bright scarlet. He looked like the blood had gone to his head, even though the majority of it was elsewhere, in his slightly distended stomach.

"And neither of you tell me you aren't idiots, I'm not arguing. You," he pointed to Seto, "look like an overfed tick, and you," this time he points to Yuugi, "look like you belong in the hospital again.

I'm dealing with you both here, so make it easy, won't you? Please."