[Note: This is pushed foreward to a reasonable time after Set's arrival]Kaiba was feeling decidedly unsettled as the driver eased the car to a stop in front of the Game Shop. With tabloid reporters and even members of the local news media licking their collective chops for details about this twin/clone/long lost brother of his, he'd spent the
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Rising and quickly striding to the door, the priest pulled it open quickly and nearly jumped at the sight of what was all but a mirror image, save for Set's darker skin. He did his best not to stare and found himself studying Seto's eyes, jawline, and everything else that was identical to his own as he gave a polite nod of his head and moved from the door. "Please, come in." His voice was low and calm to match his guarded expression that lacked emotion.
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He felt like he'd been robbed.
Numbly, he stepped inside, averting his gaze under the pretense of glancing around the room, though nothing else he saw really registered. He suddenly wished he'd brought Mokuba along; the boy had a way of stating the obvious, and Kaiba didn't think he could bring himself to give voice to it.
Other than, of course, to murmur under his breath, "This is absurd."
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He considered the couch for a moment, as if he might sit, but settled for folding his arms over his chest and idling beside the thing, too unnerved presently to attempt getting comfortable.
"Or perhaps I should ask instead;" he continued, "How did you get here?" He wasn't going to bother with the Whys and What-fors right now, since their previous conversation had established that the man was pretty much in the dark about it.
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