[ seto doesn't once consider leaving. it's his room, he's not turning tail and running just because he doesn't know what to make of this. but the lull does allow him time to think, and his thoughts won't settle. in this situation, he has the advantage, so there's no reason for him to fear the repercussions. why he still feels that uncomfortable tightness in his chest, he couldn't say. there's a sense of anticipation separate from his anxieties that he's in no fit state to deny, and it leaves his face hot all over again.
as he sits up and pulls off his pajama pants, he frowns to himself, leaving them crumpled over the side of the bed before straightening his top and tuggin the duvet up over his lower half. his fingers curl in the hem of the blanket while he tries not to wonder what, exactly, jonouchi's thinking, doing this.
he looks up when he hears the bathroom door open. ]
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as he sits up and pulls off his pajama pants, he frowns to himself, leaving them crumpled over the side of the bed before straightening his top and tuggin the duvet up over his lower half. his fingers curl in the hem of the blanket while he tries not to wonder what, exactly, jonouchi's thinking, doing this.
he looks up when he hears the bathroom door open. ]
Why wouldn't I be?