[ Jou hates that he's being dragged in like a stray dog and it's even worse to be set down on the ground like a naughty child being faced towards his father. He's too old for that, but he's used to getting in trouble, at least.
Preparing to be scolded by Seto Kaiba, though... this was going to be new. He looks up at him with his chin slightly down and his nose dripping red on the floor. He snorts in a breath through his nose, trying to draw it back into his head, but it keeps dripping down his chin onto his shirt all the same. His cheek is swollen. His lip is swollen. But his eyes are as defiant as ever, if not a little lukewarm in their gaze.
He isn't going to say anything until Kaiba addresses him. There's no point when he knows what's coming. He hopes he can at least find his shoe when he's back out there. It's hard to run with one bare foot. ]
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Preparing to be scolded by Seto Kaiba, though... this was going to be new. He looks up at him with his chin slightly down and his nose dripping red on the floor. He snorts in a breath through his nose, trying to draw it back into his head, but it keeps dripping down his chin onto his shirt all the same. His cheek is swollen. His lip is swollen. But his eyes are as defiant as ever, if not a little lukewarm in their gaze.
He isn't going to say anything until Kaiba addresses him. There's no point when he knows what's coming. He hopes he can at least find his shoe when he's back out there. It's hard to run with one bare foot. ]