I'm gonna wait till the midnight hour, that's when my love comes tumbling down
Who: Kaiba Seto and Atem
What: Kaiba's too tired to wander the Island or work, but still can't sleep. GDIT, he's going to have to suck it up and go to his lover not-boyfriend rival, isn't he?
Where: Apartment B:12
When: Way too late/early for any sane person to be awake.
Warnings: Singing! Maybe some cute, idk. Don't call it that to Kaiba's face.
When was the last time he had gotten a real night's sleep? Kaiba could never remember. It was probably a bad thing, something a psychologist would love to analyze if they could ever get their hands on him. It would fit in nicely with all the other issues he had, like that growing urge to shove Atem in a room and not let him out until he started growing an instinct for self-preservation.
...Yeah, the psychologists would love to pick out that hypocritical statement too. But it never felt like he had lost something vital when he risked his own life. This feeling...well, it reminded him nicely of why he had given up such foolishness a long time ago. Not even work seemed to shake it.
So there he was, picking Atem's lock without too much effort and walking in like he belonged there. Atem had said any time. With no other options available to him, Kaiba was stuck with picking this one.
As he glanced around the dark apartment, the brunet quietly sighed in relief. At least this time, he had gotten the singing thing over and done with, and it would be far too late for something else similar to happen. Right?
What: Kaiba's too tired to wander the Island or work, but still can't sleep. GDIT, he's going to have to suck it up and go to his lover not-boyfriend rival, isn't he?
Where: Apartment B:12
When: Way too late/early for any sane person to be awake.
Warnings: Singing! Maybe some cute, idk. Don't call it that to Kaiba's face.
When was the last time he had gotten a real night's sleep? Kaiba could never remember. It was probably a bad thing, something a psychologist would love to analyze if they could ever get their hands on him. It would fit in nicely with all the other issues he had, like that growing urge to shove Atem in a room and not let him out until he started growing an instinct for self-preservation.
...Yeah, the psychologists would love to pick out that hypocritical statement too. But it never felt like he had lost something vital when he risked his own life. This feeling...well, it reminded him nicely of why he had given up such foolishness a long time ago. Not even work seemed to shake it.
So there he was, picking Atem's lock without too much effort and walking in like he belonged there. Atem had said any time. With no other options available to him, Kaiba was stuck with picking this one.
As he glanced around the dark apartment, the brunet quietly sighed in relief. At least this time, he had gotten the singing thing over and done with, and it would be far too late for something else similar to happen. Right?