[ mokuba places his elbows on the counter and rests his chin against his knuckles, looking a little thoughtful, or at least like he knows how to look thoughtful through imitation. but his resemblance to his brother ends with the swinging of his legs beneath the stool he's sitting on, a habit that gives away his childishness. he is thinking, though. ]

I'm pretty sure I know my brother better than you do. He'll say yes if I ask.

And it's not like you're getting his way or anything... You probably wouldn't even see each other that much.