[kaiba just fixes squalo with what might be the flattest stare in all existence. he does this for several long, drawn out seconds, before setting his own blade down, sinking into his seat and leaning back in it. arms folded, eyes sliding shut. and then he falls silent. dead silent. because he's not playing this game, not with squalo, not with anyone else.
not now, not ever. too bad, squalo, but you're not getting that fight, not even if he has to endure a thousand cuts in the process.]
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not now, not ever. too bad, squalo, but you're not getting that fight, not even if he has to endure a thousand cuts in the process.]