[ the shock that appears on his face is immediately shut down, but it's there inside him all the same, and even when he tries to trample it beneath his own derision, it sticks. pricks at something uncomfortable, makes him want to fidget (which he doesn't do). seto frowns and hopes it's suitably menacing, standing so that there's even an further distance between the two of them with jonouchi on the floor. he has no idea what he's been doing since yuugi left. he doesn't know what any of yuugi's friends have done with their lives since then. but by the looks of it, jonouchi's hasn't gone anywhere good. ]
What are you doing here?
[ there's blood on his clothes, blood on the carpet. he was obviously chased onto the estate. it's the only place he wouldn't be followed. ]
I thought dogs preferred being alone to go lick their wounds.
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What are you doing here?
[ there's blood on his clothes, blood on the carpet. he was obviously chased onto the estate. it's the only place he wouldn't be followed. ]
I thought dogs preferred being alone to go lick their wounds.