"Well, if it isn't Seto Kaiba. Long time no see." Cue a familiar, regal voice sounding as footsteps approached, a spiky-haired figure stopped within a few feet of the taller man, crimson eyes holding a proud heir within them. "How have you been?"
Seto pauses.
Oh, lord. He really doesn't need this tonight. He really, really doesn't need this. Especially now that he's gone and drunk something weird. His vocal chords take seconds to produce any kind of sound.
"Not long enough, apparently." He's still trying to... process. "I've been... better."
It's the same answer he gave Ishizu, and it still holds true. He's still tired, still aching in more ways than one. He doesn't meet Atem's eyes.
"If you're up and walking around again... I'd figure you would have better things to do." He crosses his arms, trying to remain casual. "Why are you here?"
