if there was one thing seto kaiba hated, it was idiots. and if there was one word he would use to describe pegasus, it was idiot. his laugh was like a knife grating against ceramic. any time he was required to spend in the man’s presence was a new and unique form of torture and yet it was so often he was required to. sharing the market in gaming almost exclusively between the two of them was a challenge he should have calculated more thoroughly when he made the change in kaiba corperation.
usually he struck fear into hearts when he walked into the room, and yet pegasus opened his mouth with that horrible, awful laugh. and called him boy yet again. he felt his eyebrow twitch when asked if he was offended by the monkey screech coming out of his mouth.
“and i can picture the vacant look on yours. i didn’t come for you lackluster advice on being personable.” he crossed his arms tighter across his chest, containing the urge to slam his head into a desk for being so irritating.
“i came to hear this business proposition that was so important, you refused to so much as send it in an email. my preferred method of contact with you.” his preferred method involved no contact at all, but the elimination of his voice helped. the only issue was, pegasus was a good business man. and an enemy he couldn’t topple at the moment.
Pegasus utterly reveled in every frustrated word that came from the disgruntled teen’s mouth. In truth, he could’ve easily kept their correspondence to e-mail; it took little effort in committing his grand ideas to a summation that would be promptly received in Kaiba’s inbox. No, he drew the man himself out here for the express purpose of establishing their two roles. Pegasus wanted to emphasize the fact that their partnership was far from Kaiba’s standard fare of intimidating his rivals into submission, or else ruining them thanks to his myriad of connections.
Rather than simply stating the obvious, Pegasus requested him personally to show that Kaiba could not defy a direct order from him. It was his means of twisting the knife, to demonstrate that he was not to be trifled with. Gone were the excuses of inconvenience; in this particular cooperation, KaibaCorp would either play by his rules or endure the consequences. Unlike the others, Pegasus’s power was, in fact, on par with Seto Kaiba’s. For now, at least. Doubtlessly, there would come a time when a power struggle would ensue, but Pegasus was well prepared for that outcome. In fact, his partner/rival-to-be had no idea what sort of trump card he had up his sleeve; or, in this case, nestled in his eye socket, obscured by a veil of lustrous hair.
“You know how e-mails can be hacked these days! It was too much of a risk to hazard one. What if our secrets fell into enemy hands?”
“I’d wager you’d be far angrier if that had happened.” He laughs again, just to elicit further annoyance. “Now, could I offer you refreshments? I would be remiss to just start my ramble without offering you my finest tea and biscuits!”
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