[there isn't one. not right now. right now, he understands that it was better to leave those things for another time. even seto kaiba could behave, whenever the mood struck.

kaiba lathers some soap on the brush and wastes no time scrubbing at skin. it wasn't going to be a super comfortable experience, but it was also necessary to loosen the dirt and wash off the blood. which he already knows was a much higher priority and thus worth a little bit of pain.]

You can look at me. I'm not mad at you. I never was.

[he smirks a bit, thinking back...]

People try to kill me on a daily basis, back home. You piss me off, but so does everyone else.