[he tries to hang in there. he tries to hold on, tries to put on his usual facade with every intention of telling this insufferable brat off... but he just can't. he looks at his face and he can only see mokuba. he can only imagine how terrible it would be to have him get hurt. though their last talk also softened him quite a bit, so unfortunately, he's a goner.
after another moment of hesitation, he bends down to pick him up, drawing him into his arms. he may as well be weightless; he does so with ease.]
Don't do that again, okay? I'm not responsible for you.
[but it's soft as he says it. warm, compassionate, as he so rarely was with anyone.]
no subject
after another moment of hesitation, he bends down to pick him up, drawing him into his arms. he may as well be weightless; he does so with ease.]
Don't do that again, okay? I'm not responsible for you.
[but it's soft as he says it. warm, compassionate, as he so rarely was with anyone.]