Oh, Seto. Did he...not like losing? Or did he not feel well?

(Or was it a mixture of both?)

Either way, something was...off, about him. Poor guy. After drinking that much blood and the whole...everything, about today, it was no wonder that he'd be on a short fuse. Yuugi was a little on edge himself, but...

Somehow being here made it all better. Like he could breathe.

"Seto!" Mokuba called after him, but he was already out of the room.

"...Rats, he's gone."

Yuugi bit his lip. "I'm sorry--"

"Nope, don't start. If you keep apologizing, I'm going to make you eat Seto's old favorite chocolate covered espresso beans."

"That doesn't sound too ba--"

"Dipped in kimchi."

"Eeeew."

"Exactly."

Mokuba huffed, grabbing the deck and shuffling it with practiced fingers. "Now c'mon, I've been wanting to play against you since you cleaned out half of Seto's chips with a bluff."