Seto stared into the blue light of his computer screen, clearly enthralled by whatever document he was scrolling through. His attention was fully focused despite the clear amount of boredom in his gaze.
Even if legal matters were the absolute dullest, he still had to pay them as much mind as everything else. He’d fired enough people on his legal team to realize that if he wanted it done right, he had to do it himself. He sighed, fingers pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose when he finally noticed. The small amount of noise coming from the background had actually been Amelda trying to grab his attention.
Oh shit.
He couldn’t decipher if the intent had been in a sarcastic jest or if he was truly angry. Lack of sleep really did a number on what little social skills he already possessed. Seto turned, tired gaze looking over Amelda as he conjured up a hint of a bemused smile as a bit of a gamble
“Well, that’s a shame… Why don’t you come distract me from this paperwork and show me just how much you really don’t love me?”
He was absolutely trying to get your attention–hell, he had been for the better part of fifteen minutes, finally breaking from his idle observation with the annoyance of someone who’d been kept waiting for far too long. Usually, it was fine. He was fine. Work was work and typically unavoidable. Amelda understood that, but there had to be a line somewhere. This was Amelda’s, perched upon the office sofa with his reading material haphazardly placed text-first upon a nearby side table. Bent spine be damned.
“Mm, no. You’re going to come over here and–” Well, Seto didn’t beg, so that was out. Amelda shifted in his seat, straightening, “–convince me that I do. I’m not moving.”
Seto could very well go back to ignoring him, he supposed, but that was a risk he was willing to take right now. Hopefully, he could still count on the very exhausted man to not back down from a challenge; Seto was very good at that, anyway. Then again, who was to say what the stupid, stubborn prick of a man would do. They were both stubborn, Amelda cocking a brow at his whatever, appraising. Work was important, but so was he–so was rest, for that matter. A break wouldn’t hurt. Amelda was absolutely positive of this.
The Elder Kaiba sibling had arrived a few minutes behind his sister- she was much too excited and he was much too exhausted. Not only had he dealt with a long flight, but he had to put up with Mokuba’s excited chatter the entire time. He hadn’t gotten any sleep as he had planned. He also had all their luggage… He hadn’t noticed that he had been acknowledged at all.
He might doze off before he had the chance to unpack.
“Yep! We’re Good, Let’s go!” Despite having no idea which direction they were meant to be headed, Mokuba decided she’d lead them.. To the nearest door, which probably led to the car park.. probably. She had only been to this airport a few times and none were very recent. “We should get dinner on our way.”
Kaiba saw this as another delay, and another thing keeping him from sleep, and was immediately against it. “We should not.”
Although Leonhart was sure Kaiba was trying his best to keep a collected appearance, well, twelve hour flight… jetlag was inevitable. Unless you were Mokuba, of course; she was something of an enigma, dragging him by the hand with all the vigour of someone well-rested with two shots of espresso. He was just thankful that she was actually heading in the right direction, because he worried for the fate of his arm if he dared to try course-correcting.
“Actually,” Leonhart piped up helpfully. “I was thinking… if your brother doesn’t mind being by himself for a few hours, I’d like to take you out, myself. Just the two of us.”
A little innocent catching up while they waited for their brothers to finish up their business. And, well, both of their brothers hanging out
over dinner sounded like a fun get-together. One brother felt like a chaperone, and they really didn’t need one of those, especially if Kaiba was half as sleep-deprived as his entire everything led him to believe. It wasn’t pretty.
“Wow, I’m not dead to you yet?” A tease, good-natured more-or-less. Doom was, well, something–and not always something Amelda agreed with–but he liked him well enough, despite that.
"Hello Amelda~♡" Carmon greets the red head, "Ready for dinner?" [compassionatedestiny]
“So long as that was your only surprise for the night, I think so.” He was dressed up. Fancy. Not as fancy as the day they’d met at the ball, but Amelda looked good.
A box of chocolates signed from Isabel awaits Amelda, and beside the box is a red envelope addressed to him, with a wax seal on the back with a C on it. It's an invitation to a dinner at a small restaurant, signed with love from Carmon. [compassionatedestiny]
Ah, so the flowers will have to wait, then–unless they want their own seat at the dinner table, but wouldn’t that be awkward? Popping one of the chocolates into his mouth blindly, Amelda grabbed his phone to lob a few texts her way. Thank you, mostly, and a cheeky confirmation that he’d be there.
“Oh? I’m shocked; I didn’t know you felt that way~” As if Amelda totally hadn’t planned on showing up with flowers, because… because. Truth be told, he wasn’t sure what they were–friends? more than that?–but Carmon was nice. She was lovely, and that was enough.
The robot..? Had to be a joke, because Forte didn’t strike him–for as briefly as they’d met previously–as the romantic type. “Don’t you have a robot boyfriend to spend the day with?”
“Aww, what’s wrong? Afraid to be seen on the town with your betters?”
“Are you?” Said Amelda, interpreting ‘betters’ as ‘better half’ rather than the insult it was meant to be. He’d catch on in a moment, until then! He must be snarky.
The robot..? Had to be a joke, because Forte didn’t strike him–for as briefly as they’d met previously–as the romantic type. “Don’t you have a robot boyfriend to spend the day with?”
