[Sgjljgljdc that's not what I'm calling it! That's what it's actually is. It's forever a pokeball to Kaiba.] The person you're trying to share it with isn't female...
[Ugh, I don't care what that coffee-clerk does in his spare time, I'm not him. I am not sure what is to love about it. Crying makes him feel a bit uncomfortable since he doesn't do it himself]
[Somehow this sounded more like a win too, his lips betraying him as he nearly chuckled at her exasperation. It was odd but he actually found the exchange oddly endearing. With a shake of his head he resumed his usual expression.] Sure, there will be. It's not like my training plan included one race, and done. You'll get your chance. [He'd created a monster without realizing it] I think he's got thick enough skin to handle it. A name would be easier to reference... what about winged-giraffe. [Seto no]
[As did he as evidenced by the lengths he resorted to in order to obtain victory]
Eh- seems a little on the nose, but I won't argue with it. [Teasing her a little, unsure of how much she'd let him get away with. Ann still seemed fairly miffed, but Kaiba was starting to wind down. At least she doesn't seem to in an overabundance of pain, which was the one thing preventing her from being scooped up and carried to the apartments.] Agree to disagree, Ann. [.. because he TOTALLY KICKED HER.... He won] Next time, we'll choose a different course, without shortcuts and deviations built in. It'll be a test of pure speed.
[Mostly because he's not sure what to say now. The adrenaline declining, and his mind reminding him that he had a date to plan. It wouldn't be something he started here, in her presence... what would she even like...?] Mm, right. [Still, only a little distracted] That's preferable though. Considering what challenges might await.. [us] you- you'll be ready for it.
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It's forever a pokeball to Kaiba.] The person you're trying to share it with isn't female...[Ugh, I don't care what that coffee-clerk does in his spare time, I'm not him. I am not sure what is to love about it.
Crying makes him feel a bit uncomfortable since he doesn't do it himself][Somehow this sounded more like a win too, his lips betraying him as he nearly chuckled at her exasperation. It was odd but he actually found the exchange oddly endearing. With a shake of his head he resumed his usual expression.] Sure, there will be. It's not like my training plan included one race, and done. You'll get your chance. [He'd created a monster without realizing it] I think he's got thick enough skin to handle it. A name would be easier to reference... what about winged-giraffe. [Seto no]
[As did he as evidenced by the lengths he resorted to in order to obtain victory]
Eh- seems a little on the nose, but I won't argue with it. [Teasing her a little, unsure of how much she'd let him get away with. Ann still seemed fairly miffed, but Kaiba was starting to wind down. At least she doesn't seem to in an overabundance of pain, which was the one thing preventing her from being scooped up and carried to the apartments.] Agree to disagree, Ann. [.. because he TOTALLY KICKED HER.... He won] Next time, we'll choose a different course, without shortcuts and deviations built in. It'll be a test of pure speed.
[Mostly because he's not sure what to say now. The adrenaline declining, and his mind reminding him that he had a date to plan. It wouldn't be something he started here, in her presence... what would she even like...?] Mm, right. [Still, only a little distracted] That's preferable though. Considering what challenges might await.. [us] you- you'll be ready for it.
... Unless it's a giraffe.