There's A Sign Above The Line That Says "Express", that Means "Ten Items Or Less"

[shutupandduelme]

Who: Kaiba Seto, Atem Mutou
What: Christmas Eve is for lovers in Japan. Too bad one is sick and the other is kind of a grinch. We'll do the best we can.
When: December 24th, overnight
Where: Atem's apartment, mainly his bedroom
Warnings: Wine is out, look out for some heavy petting and probably some lip contact at some point or another. Germs what

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[note_atem]

Time had really been blurred for him lately. If he wasn't sleeping he was being forced to take medicine or eat something. And after that was put back to sleep again. It was a terrible time waster, being sick, but what more could he do about it? Arguing with Kaiba really didn't get him anywhere and he didn't have much strength for it besides

[shutupandduelme]

Movement. Risk. Someone else was there.

To some extent, Kaiba was aware of Atem moving around. It was likely that he would never be able to completely lower his guard during vulnerable moments of sleep. Gozaburo and his tutors (and even Kia, in a way) had taught him the consequences of that too well. But it was only the sound of the shower that fully jolted him back into the waking world.

Kaiba shifted and cracked his eyes open, still using his hair to shield them while he got a sense of his surroundings. Atem was out of bed. That was enough to fill him in. The brunet hissed softly and ran a hand through his bangs to push them back. It must have been his rival in the shower, then.

[note_atem]

As usual, the hot water was turned to near blistering levels. The steam was no doubt trying to filter out of the room at the amount it was being created. He did cough one or two times; though if that was from the steam, getting water down the wrong pipe, or just general sickness even he started not to care.

He didn't take too long in there, just enough to appreciate the feeling of hot water and actually bathe. Once the faucets were turned off he stepped out of the shower, wiped the mirror so he could see and begun drying off.

When he stepped out of the bathroom there was just a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair in a lightly damp, fluffy mess as it tried to decide whether or not to form back up or if it was wet enough to still slope downwards.

[shutupandduelme]

Kaiba didn't bother to smother the smirk as the duelist in question reappeared. He took his time with it, mulling the situation over as he closed his laptop and returned it to the desk.

"And the answer to one eternal question is found," he commented wryly, his lips twisting into a smirk.