[ Jou can feel himself being watched, but he won't let their gazes meet in his reflection in the mirror. Wasn't he working? He supposes he's probably more interesting than work right now. Great.

He pulls his shirt off, using it to dry his face instead of a towel. It's stained with his blood already, anyway, and he doesn't need Kaiba asking him to pay him for a ruined towel.

He looks over and scowls. ]

Believe it or not, there's people out there that hate me a lot more than you do. They've known me a lot longer, too.