It's Mr. Kaiba now? [Smirk widening as he drew in one of his first calm breaths since all that nonsense downstairs. There she went again, touching him. It was for a shorter duration but she was making a habit of it. Maybe he should.. say something] Hm? Oh- right. Punching someone wouldn't be my first go to. [Seeming a little distracted for a moment there. Verbal barbs were more satisfying, and less brutish.] ..But nothing. Facts are facts, Takamaki- own up to your capabilities. [Trying to shoo away this show of modesty]
[There are not enough ellipses in the world to convey just how blown away he was by her admission. When it was broken down by the individual components it wasn't all that damning, but still you had to account for timing and delivery as well. Ann had selected this moment for a reason and it couldn't be coincidental, and she had her previous actions to affirm the statement]
...
There's my apartment.
[Smooth, Seto. Smooth. He nearly fumbled with the handle as he released the lock and swung the door open. Internally he was still playing her words over in his mind]
Mm. Fine.
[What was going on here, why did he agree to this. It would be annoying to have someone else in his apartment underfoot as he tried to fully recover. He also didn't think far enough ahead, what good would the ice do him with an audience?]
.. You're infuriating you know that? [Though he didn't sound all that torn up about it. Along the way he had mentally prepared himself to provide some details and now she was over it. No more Q&A.] Go, shoo.. give me a few moments to decompress.
[As the door closed behind her he took a turn looking between it and the floor. Then since he was sure no one could possibly see it he allowed himself a genuine smile. It was bizarre but somehow he felt considerably better then when he'd first woken up to that buffoon in his space. Could this be... because of.. her? Some of the glowing feelings subsided as he shifted wrong and was reminded of the throbbing pain, and delicate origin of it. A variety of choice curse words followed, and then he managed to eventually situate himself on the bed.
Ugh- what an unsightly position to be in. He propped his pillows up enough behind him that he could at least sit up. As the adrenaline crashed so did he. Her errands taking longer than expected he reluctantly drifted off to sleep, arms crossed over his chest.
When she returned, it startled him awake and he visibly jumped, then groaned and winced. The pain had lessened but apparently it hadn't been long enough] Are you in there under that mound of stuff...? [Her arms cradling so many items, avoiding admitting that he had no idea how long it had been. Everything she had done, and was doing for him was above and beyond what he requested.} Relax, it's fine. I wasn't timing you.
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[There are not enough ellipses in the world to convey just how blown away he was by her admission. When it was broken down by the individual components it wasn't all that damning, but still you had to account for timing and delivery as well. Ann had selected this moment for a reason and it couldn't be coincidental, and she had her previous actions to affirm the statement]
...
There's my apartment.
[Smooth, Seto. Smooth. He nearly fumbled with the handle as he released the lock and swung the door open. Internally he was still playing her words over in his mind]
Mm. Fine.
[What was going on here, why did he agree to this. It would be annoying to have someone else in his apartment underfoot as he tried to fully recover. He also didn't think far enough ahead, what good would the ice do him with an audience?]
.. You're infuriating you know that? [Though he didn't sound all that torn up about it. Along the way he had mentally prepared himself to provide some details and now she was over it. No more Q&A.] Go, shoo.. give me a few moments to decompress.
[As the door closed behind her he took a turn looking between it and the floor. Then since he was sure no one could possibly see it he allowed himself a genuine smile. It was bizarre but somehow he felt considerably better then when he'd first woken up to that buffoon in his space. Could this be... because of.. her? Some of the glowing feelings subsided as he shifted wrong and was reminded of the throbbing pain, and delicate origin of it. A variety of choice curse words followed, and then he managed to eventually situate himself on the bed.
Ugh- what an unsightly position to be in. He propped his pillows up enough behind him that he could at least sit up. As the adrenaline crashed so did he. Her errands taking longer than expected he reluctantly drifted off to sleep, arms crossed over his chest.
When she returned, it startled him awake and he visibly jumped, then groaned and winced. The pain had lessened but apparently it hadn't been long enough] Are you in there under that mound of stuff...? [Her arms cradling so many items, avoiding admitting that he had no idea how long it had been. Everything she had done, and was doing for him was above and beyond what he requested.} Relax, it's fine. I wasn't timing you.