Truth be told, he hadn't expected to win; the only thing that mattered was the thrill of the game, the competition between the two of them that shimmered in the air like sparks. Those expressions, intense and beautiful in their ferocity as they stared each other down!
The tension!
The drama!
The back-and-forth!
Gods, Yuugi's palms were sweating!
But then...it was over. It was over, and Mokuba had a bucket of popcorn in his hand (when'd he get that?) and Kaiba was standing up and...going to bed???
"But...you're a vampire." Yuugi tilted his head to the side. "Does drinking that much blood make you tired?"
Poor thing hasn't registered that maybe Seto Kaiba is a really sore loser.
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Truth be told, he hadn't expected to win; the only thing that mattered was the thrill of the game, the competition between the two of them that shimmered in the air like sparks. Those expressions, intense and beautiful in their ferocity as they stared each other down!
The tension!
The drama!
The back-and-forth!
Gods, Yuugi's palms were sweating!
But then...it was over. It was over, and Mokuba had a bucket of popcorn in his hand (when'd he get that?) and Kaiba was standing up and...going to bed???
"But...you're a vampire." Yuugi tilted his head to the side. "Does drinking that much blood make you tired?"
Poor thing hasn't registered that maybe Seto Kaiba is a really sore loser.