Thread: Blue Eyes White Lover (Fox)

The hum drum of his morning schedule could have easily tested his waking state after the night he'd had. Fortunately he had something else at the moment to keep that state well honed. And while he never left his sights on the white haired male long enough to note as anything other than reading from one end of text to the other, he definitely was focused on him. It took him long enough to stop flinching in order to take his first peek at the president, and that was enough to not only keep his posture but continually bring his eyes over to check his condition. The clearing of his throat was followed by a short stop in his typing... which then fluidly flowed into a few clicks that sent off another email. And then he continued his task, making it incredibly difficult to tell whether the pauses he gave were in reaction to his interruptions or even the thoughts plaguing his mind or not. It wasn't that hard of a feat to accomplish for Seto either. Ryou's body language screamed almost as loud as his attempts to shush himself did. When he was finally dressed his pause was a bit more obvious. He couldn't decide if it was odd or not coming from him. He was used to the title of course. Maybe it just felt a little forced. Not that it mattered. When Ryou didnt continue immediately he simply fell back to task. And when he finally broke and began rambling the clack of the keyboard didn't silence as the mouse squeaked on. He did stop however as he chanced another glance at him. Another few clicks followed and he pushed back his keyboard and sat back, and subsiquently taller, in his chair as he looked him over openly. It took him a little longer than he'd like to admit to recognize he was searching out something that seemed odd. Or rather, what that something was. He was squirming brilliantly. It was obvious that he was easily as scared of Kaiba's wrath as he probably should be. But it stood to reason that he was probably more of a man than over half his staff. He couldn't hold back the light chuckle the thought brought him. It came off as cruel. Although it was entirely possible that was the only tune his voice could carry. Kaiba was used to excuses, pleads, and the occasional casual tossing of a close team member under a fast moving freight train. This nobody didn't even have any real affiliation to that particular team of developers and yet here he was trying to take all the credit for the wrong-doing when they'd given him none for the glory. Ah, that was probably the niche. The mouse couldn't possibly know what had gone on in that meeting. He was putting his neck on the chopping block thinking they'd come to him and told him everything. It wouldnt surprise him in the least. And despite how entertaining as ever all that flinching and squirming was, the new prospect could be more interesting. Kaiba's elbows rested on the arms of his chair, hands laced over crossed legs as he drew into a position that actually was decidedly more relaxed than any he'd taken on so far this morning. We haven't had a whole lot of interaction in the past, he began smoothly. And now that he thought about it, Actually out of your whole little gaggle of friends I probably remember the least about you. After all, he couldn't even remember his name earlier on. Moving along he skipped right on to what interested him more. So since I don't remember if you're particularly bright or not I'll try to start out easy to make sure you're obsorbing all of this. He wasn't one to beat around the Bush when it didn't suit his wants. What would you say if I told you that 'your team', he emphasized, that you re so quick to defend has nothing to do with how I know you wormed your way in to my project? That, in fact, you weren't even mentioned once in the physical or oral reports, and don't exist in any of the storage files, logs, or composites? Not to mention anywhere else that's in any way associated with the 'Nameless' project what-so-ever... Well, that might have been a little too forward. But he didn't tend to mince words. Last edited Jun 27, 2019