[ Jou watches him from the corner of his eye as he speaks and leaves the room. Of course he'd say that. Jou's not about to ask him for any favors, anyway. He'll find it himself or he'll ask one of the less menacing looking staff members.
He washes the dishes in the sink by force of habit before he leaves. He doesn't leave a mess after himself if he can help it. It's not out of courtesy to Kaiba, but instead, maybe, to the staff that are on the same level at himself.
He almost gets lost going back to his 'room' for the night, but he makes it, falling on the bed and covering his eyes, trying to calm back down. His nose and cheeks ache from bruising. This gums feel like they're throbbing. Maybe he should have just taken a piece of cake and called it a day, but Kaiba would have teased him and when would he have something like steak again?
Still... food, a roof, protection... all coupled with Kaiba's attitude - he could not let this hang. He couldn't let him have a favor on him, should they ever cross again. It wasn't in his nature, but he didn't have anything to give him. There's nothing Kaiba could want for in this world, was there? Not when he had what seemed like half the Japanese economy at his damn fingertips.
He runs his hand down his chest and rests his splayed palm across his belly. ]
Not like he's gonna think any better of me any time soon...
[ Not that he wanted him to, but he's got one thing to give over as some kind of payment and at the very least, it'd keep Kaiba hushed up until morning. If his 'reputation' is so vital, he won't let this kind of thing slip out, either.
He waits, not wanting to risk causing little Mokuba any stress, before he sighs and slips out of the guest room. He has to wander around for a while to find Kaiba's bedroom, eventually asking a maid on her way to her quarters, and only manages to get there by sheer luck.
He doesn't bother to knock. He'd just get the door slammed in his face. Instead, quietly, he opens the door part way. ]
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He washes the dishes in the sink by force of habit before he leaves. He doesn't leave a mess after himself if he can help it. It's not out of courtesy to Kaiba, but instead, maybe, to the staff that are on the same level at himself.
He almost gets lost going back to his 'room' for the night, but he makes it, falling on the bed and covering his eyes, trying to calm back down. His nose and cheeks ache from bruising. This gums feel like they're throbbing. Maybe he should have just taken a piece of cake and called it a day, but Kaiba would have teased him and when would he have something like steak again?
Still... food, a roof, protection... all coupled with Kaiba's attitude - he could not let this hang. He couldn't let him have a favor on him, should they ever cross again. It wasn't in his nature, but he didn't have anything to give him. There's nothing Kaiba could want for in this world, was there? Not when he had what seemed like half the Japanese economy at his damn fingertips.
He runs his hand down his chest and rests his splayed palm across his belly. ]
Not like he's gonna think any better of me any time soon...
[ Not that he wanted him to, but he's got one thing to give over as some kind of payment and at the very least, it'd keep Kaiba hushed up until morning. If his 'reputation' is so vital, he won't let this kind of thing slip out, either.
He waits, not wanting to risk causing little Mokuba any stress, before he sighs and slips out of the guest room. He has to wander around for a while to find Kaiba's bedroom, eventually asking a maid on her way to her quarters, and only manages to get there by sheer luck.
He doesn't bother to knock. He'd just get the door slammed in his face. Instead, quietly, he opens the door part way. ]
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