( week 3 ) saturday night, kaiba

[wristbands]

[when kaiba comes back to room 108 tonight, he'll find that chie has beat him to the punch (ha). while she usually prefers to sleep either on her side or her stomach, tonight she is facing up—and she is definitely not asleep. her eyes are wide open as she stares at the ceiling, not even bothering to turn and acknowledge his entry. she merely says, in a very weak voice,]

Hey.

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[crushcard]

[ God fucking damn it all to hell.

To call the last couple of hours an emotional rollercoaster of some sort, that's... barely scraping the surface of it.

the door is slammed shut when he enters the room, and Seto isn't even looking at her when he sheds his coat, hangs it up on the rack, his bangs obscuring his eyes as much as possible.

He's calmer now - time to stew in the laundry room earlier has helped him at least regain his composure to the point where he's at least not about to go into the lounge and outright murder Mira and/or Craftly for setting up this elaborate farce of a game. His cheek's still smarting slightly from her kick, but it's not something that he brings up.

At the very least he'll acknowledge her greeting with a slight incline of his head in her direction first. He'll be sitting at the edge of his bed, back turned towards her for the moment, fingers gripping the edge of the bed a little bit too tight, a little bit too hard.

He's seen the executioner's voting slips before he'd left his on the table before stalking out of the dining room, blank. ]

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[she remains on her back, unmoving. if it wasn't for the fact that she'd very clearly greeted him as he entered the room, it might have been reasonable to suspect that maybe a rogue killer had gotten to her in the interim. but surely a smart murderer wouldn't be that blatantly obvious.

there are so many things swirling through her mind, it almost makes her feel physically dizzy. the sort of adrenaline rush she has now is not the kind she usually experiences; no, for perhaps the first time in her life—even in spite of having faced down a supernatural murderer of her own and literal gods back home—she understands what true fear feels like.

she lets the silence hang for a few seconds more. when she does break it, her voice is just as quiet as it was before, almost devoid of feeling altogether—quite the change from her usual personable self.]

You know, I'd be lying if I didn't say I hope it's not me, but I don't want it to be any of the others, either.

[crushcard]

[ He laughs. It's not a pleasant sound. It's ugly, dark and raw, and would sound hysterical if not for the fact that he's definitely in control of his emotions now, his anger quieting to a furious simmer underneath his skin.

Seto Kaiba's the kind of person who doesn't let fear overtake him for too long. Fear of the unknown is a limiter, and he's always thrown himself wholly into whatever situation that he's found himself in. ]

And I'd be lying if I said that I'm relieved that my name isn't there.

[ The only thing that's stopping him from actually killing Mira in the lounge is the fact that they wouldn't have anyone to execute tomorrow. ]

If I could switch places with you, I would.

[ It's then that he moves, shifting on the bed so that he's able to face her and speak to her directly. ]

Except that I've been robbed, once again, of delivering punishment to those who would deign to use my soul as they see fit.

[ Is he still bitter about that? Probably. ]