I'll keep that in mind. [He ended up doing neither.] I haven't seen you launch an assault on anyone that didn't deserve it. [Just saying. Plus, Kaiba brought on a lot of his problems with his sharp tongue and quick wit. It was a double-edged sword in itself. He could learn when to curtail his quips from her, if he was in the market for such things] He better not have... [Lips twisting into a frown, he nearly added more but he stopped himself.]
[That would explain the previous infatuation with Ren. The other male tended to be less vocal on the whole]
[After a brief exchange, Ann headed out to accomplish the errand running. The time it took was irrelevant and when she returned, she seemed quick to depart again. Kaiba was getting a ton of mixed signals right now. Did she want to stay, or did she want to leave. She wasn't a prisoner ot an employee she could do whatever]
No- I didn't want to sleep in the first place. [Sitting up a little more and readjusting the pillows] Heh, you'd think the coma was plenty. [Feeling a little groggy, he scrubbed a hand over his face. Truthfully he'd prefer to go back to never having to sleep again] This is what happened.. [So get comfy, you asked a dozen times and you're getting an answer, Ann]
When I came to I was blocking the exit on that floor- that idiot with the volleyball started asking a lot of questions devoid of any level of respect. I refused to give him the time of day until he rectified this, then when the conversation reached it's conclusion he proceeded to complain about where I was standing without bothering to get out of the way.
I encouraged him to step aside, and once I was able I passed by him with the intention of returning here, to my apartment, but the smartas- [Trailing off for a moment] -the imbecile then decided to lob his volleyball in my direction. When it struck me, I lost my temper and slammed him into the door- he broke free. I was on track to maintain control of the situation when that pokedweeb distracted me and started recording.
Volleyball-loser having no scruples attacking someone from behind or an opponent whose attention is split... then... [Here was the fiddly bit..] .. he proceeded to kick me.. between the legs. [There. He did it. Hopefully she could get all that from the no pauses he took. With the cat out of the bag, he grabbed the pillow case of ice and began figuring out how to best line it up. She really did get a lot of ice...] You know the rest.
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[That would explain the previous infatuation with Ren. The other male tended to be less vocal on the whole]
[After a brief exchange, Ann headed out to accomplish the errand running. The time it took was irrelevant and when she returned, she seemed quick to depart again. Kaiba was getting a ton of mixed signals right now. Did she want to stay, or did she want to leave. She wasn't a prisoner ot an employee she could do whatever]
No- I didn't want to sleep in the first place. [Sitting up a little more and readjusting the pillows] Heh, you'd think the coma was plenty. [Feeling a little groggy, he scrubbed a hand over his face. Truthfully he'd prefer to go back to never having to sleep again] This is what happened.. [So get comfy, you asked a dozen times and you're getting an answer, Ann]
When I came to I was blocking the exit on that floor- that idiot with the volleyball started asking a lot of questions devoid of any level of respect. I refused to give him the time of day until he rectified this, then when the conversation reached it's conclusion he proceeded to complain about where I was standing without bothering to get out of the way.
I encouraged him to step aside, and once I was able I passed by him with the intention of returning here, to my apartment, but the smartas- [Trailing off for a moment] -the imbecile then decided to lob his volleyball in my direction. When it struck me, I lost my temper and slammed him into the door- he broke free. I was on track to maintain control of the situation when that pokedweeb distracted me and started recording.
Volleyball-loser having no scruples attacking someone from behind or an opponent whose attention is split... then... [Here was the fiddly bit..] .. he proceeded to kick me.. between the legs. [There. He did it. Hopefully she could get all that from the no pauses he took. With the cat out of the bag, he grabbed the pillow case of ice and began figuring out how to best line it up. She really did get a lot of ice...] You know the rest.