[For the time being, Kaiba had been enjoying the relative quiet as his fingers deftly worked with the intricate and delicate pieces of the dismantled pokeballs. The weakness appeared to be with the hinge itself, almost as it it was meant to break away. Ha. Why would someone design it like this? There was some question as to how humane it was to stuff a creature into a tiny living space- perhaps.. the defect was made with that in mind? Like the clasps on collars that give way in the event that the accessory gets caught in some fashion to prevent choking the animal. Still, that seemed ridiculous because once the creature was inside, that should be it. The ball should be able to secure it. No harm done.
Seto would like to claim that he'd all but forgotten the unfortunate incident with Add when the dumb brute forced his way into Kaiba's apartment but no- he wasn't that lucky. In his opinion, Add was the one with the punchable face, and it was no mistake that they hadn't run into one another more often. He just saw no point in it, and no reason to waste his time, writing off the other male completely.
Only now- he couldn't just ignore the guy when being addressed, and admonished no less. Setting the implement in his hand down he shot a look at the other.]
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Seto would like to claim that he'd all but forgotten the unfortunate incident with Add when the dumb brute forced his way into Kaiba's apartment but no- he wasn't that lucky. In his opinion, Add was the one with the punchable face, and it was no mistake that they hadn't run into one another more often. He just saw no point in it, and no reason to waste his time, writing off the other male completely.
Only now- he couldn't just ignore the guy when being addressed, and admonished no less. Setting the implement in his hand down he shot a look at the other.]
What exactly do you think I do for a living?