Oh, you are too precious like this Seto Kaiba. What IS going through that petty little head of yours?
[She couldn't help it. Staring at him trying to piece together what she could only assume was his own heart, she felt the urge to just reach out, to smell, to stare and to se what his jealousies were, what envies he felt as he fiddled with the valves, trying to put it all back together.
Where was his heart at right then? A little tweak wouldn't hurt that much would it?]
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[She couldn't help it. Staring at him trying to piece together what she could only assume was his own heart, she felt the urge to just reach out, to smell, to stare and to se what his jealousies were, what envies he felt as he fiddled with the valves, trying to put it all back together.
Where was his heart at right then? A little tweak wouldn't hurt that much would it?]