[Sorry, Ann, it was the closest thing he could use for a frame of reference. It was not as if he had a regular high school life, and before that he had been strictly home-schooled by rigorous tutors. None of them ever seemed concerned with anything that wasn't centered around business.] ... [There were some public appearances sure, but not one-on-one like this and not without a security detail. That was under normal conditions- so even if she happened to make it to one of these events she'd have a lot of competition for his attention and they wouldn't have been able to connect like this. Had she been a duelist herself it would have increased her odds, especially if she set her sights on tournaments but.. she wasn't. The wince however slight didn't go unnoticed.] .. but there's no use in fixating on it. The fact remains that we are here now.
[Those sentiments, at least the first portion were highly relatable to him. When did Seto Kaiba ever let someone hold so much emotional sway over him?]
Considering what else I've heard about that school it doesn't surprise me. The rules are more like... guidelines, without the authority behind them to back it up. [Ie. That school is a dumpster fire.] I can keep an eye out for materials like that.. [He offered before he nearly bit his tongue. Here he was offering up assistance for nothing.] .. you can make it up to me later. [#savedit]
[The anger that's filtered into his explosive responses isn't really meant for her, but how can she interpret it any other way? Rebelling against the awkward sensations and imprecise gestures he had employed he's trying to appear in control. That just translated into raising his force and stiffening his posture, the rigidity of his form was anything but reassuring. When she had the audacity to change her bet anyway, it at least stunned him back into silence. He needed to give that voice box a break anyway, so perhaps it would give him time to think before making it worse yet again.] .. and since you changed your bet. I'm changing mine. [To what... exactly. Now that she'd soured on the whole date idea, he should let it drop. He should.. but.. he felt this odd sense of loss with the prospect off the table. Also a bit insulted, as if she thought him incapable of getting through one evening with her. If she wanted to test him, then he would rise to that challenge. He could show her that there wasn't anything he couldn't do.
Even..
if..
It was a date.]
[Squaring his shoulders, and drawing himself upright, he looked down at her with a stern expression trying to bury his nerves. Then he spoke calmly but firmly, without hesitation] If I win, you have to suck it up and let me take you on that date. [There. He wasn't going to let Ann just get out of it so easily. She was the one that put all these confusing ideas and emotional baggage into his mind and she was not going to get away with it. What.]
[How the tables had turned in the most peculiar of ways.
Talking might have been a waste, but it was almost a prerequisite to razz your opposition a little bit. With that out of the way he can turn his attention onto completing this race. Using those long legs, he takes more often to hurdling over objects instead of diverting around them. Though avoiding them can be accomplished swiftly, a person still had to adjust their speed to do it, therefore if he went over the obstructions it was more or less a straight shoot. Oddly there was a strong desire to win that couldn't be linked purely to wanting to prove he was the best- and it likely had nothing to do with not wishing to have his nails painted.]
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[Those sentiments, at least the first portion were highly relatable to him. When did Seto Kaiba ever let someone hold so much emotional sway over him?]
Considering what else I've heard about that school it doesn't surprise me. The rules are more like... guidelines, without the authority behind them to back it up. [Ie. That school is a dumpster fire.] I can keep an eye out for materials like that.. [He offered before he nearly bit his tongue. Here he was offering up assistance for nothing.] .. you can make it up to me later. [#savedit]
[The anger that's filtered into his explosive responses isn't really meant for her, but how can she interpret it any other way? Rebelling against the awkward sensations and imprecise gestures he had employed he's trying to appear in control. That just translated into raising his force and stiffening his posture, the rigidity of his form was anything but reassuring. When she had the audacity to change her bet anyway, it at least stunned him back into silence. He needed to give that voice box a break anyway, so perhaps it would give him time to think before making it worse yet again.] .. and since you changed your bet. I'm changing mine. [To what... exactly. Now that she'd soured on the whole date idea, he should let it drop. He should.. but.. he felt this odd sense of loss with the prospect off the table. Also a bit insulted, as if she thought him incapable of getting through one evening with her. If she wanted to test him, then he would rise to that challenge. He could show her that there wasn't anything he couldn't do.
Even..
if..
It was a date.]
[Squaring his shoulders, and drawing himself upright, he looked down at her with a stern expression trying to bury his nerves. Then he spoke calmly but firmly, without hesitation] If I win, you have to suck it up and let me take you on that date. [There. He wasn't going to let Ann just get out of it so easily. She was the one that put all these confusing ideas and emotional baggage into his mind and she was not going to get away with it.
What.][How the tables had turned in the most peculiar of ways.
Talking might have been a waste, but it was almost a prerequisite to razz your opposition a little bit. With that out of the way he can turn his attention onto completing this race. Using those long legs, he takes more often to hurdling over objects instead of diverting around them. Though avoiding them can be accomplished swiftly, a person still had to adjust their speed to do it, therefore if he went over the obstructions it was more or less a straight shoot. Oddly there was a strong desire to win that couldn't be linked purely to wanting to prove he was the best- and it likely had nothing to do with not wishing to have his nails painted.]