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[ seto doesn't bother to look back. he knows that jonouchi is going to follow him downstairs, knows that something about what he said, or the way he said it, was enough to kick him into gear. for a moment he entertains the thought of telling him to go back to his room and wait, or forcing him to ask before he starts walking around the estate uninvited, but he saves it for later. he had hoped they wouldn't have to deal with each other for the rest of the night, and now that that plan has been dashed... ]

I see your stomach is giving your brain the directions now.

[ he never really got the hang of small-talk. ]