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@ali2ter| things that are hard to hear

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

“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.

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.”

“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.”

“Yea, I know- and you’re welcome.” 

She, of course, still deserved her “thank you” for making Leon’s year by coming all the way out here, when she could have been in Greece. She was such a thoughtful friend, as anyone would expect from a Kaiba. 

She definitely didn’t just do this all for herself, without consulting anyone about how they felt.. No, of course not, Leon was definitely the most excited and she just wanted to do well by him.

She maybe lingered a little too long before getting herself up. She liked the contact.., but only from Leon. If her brother tried hugging her, she’d be too uncomfortable.. now that she was older, showing emotion was a little weird, and kind of difficult. Her brother was more like her dad, and her rebellious teen phase hadn’t passed. 

So, the result was an amiable sort, brushing himself off to something presentable and taking Mokuba’s hand. He didn’t mind. Oh, Leonhart had grown past being a total pushover--barring this literal, physical exception--but he didn’t mind. His hand clasped hers firmly with just as little inclination to let go; as touch starved as he was, the friendly contact was nice. Precious.

He regarded Seto with a nod, never really sure how to interact with the man. ‘Politely’ was a given, but their relation to each other was something of a mystery to him. Although, most times Seto felt like an in-law he was afraid to disappoint. So, Leonhart did his best not to.

Mokuba was excited while she got off the plane, family trips weren’t her favourite- and sometimes she would prefer to travel alone, but a family trip to [Redacted] easily had her vibrating at light-speed. She would have to deal with Siegfried von Schroeder, the absolute bane of her mortal existence, however, her best friend and other half Leon von Schroeder would be in attendance so all the cons were easily outweighed.

She hadn’t seen Leon since the last time she had seen Leon, so she definitely had reason to miss him.., her brother just couldn’t understand that. Seto had almost tried to take them to Greece.. Greece! Like that wouldn’t be the worst idea this time of year, and he wasn’t even going to invite the Von Schroeders.

She had put a stop to that the moment she had heard his stupid, and incredibly useless, plans. He even had the guts to laugh at her for it… and tease her for her crush… Which she totally had, but he didn’t need to know that. It was absolutely none of her brothers business if she wanted to hold Leon’s hand, that was her soulmate, and she would kill anyone that came between them.

So, Leonhart waited dutifully, watching strangers mill about and around him. Mm, not yet. Soon, he assured himself, pausing his keen guard of the exit to check the time--but only a moment too early. As the second hand ticked a few past the hour, Leonhart was jerked suddenly back into the present, staggering and sputtering as the force of a rambunctious, wheeled gremlin grappled him to the floor.

Instinctively, he braced himself against the fall, but it was mostly pointless--and painful. Mokuba was a heavier mass of athletic muscle, pinning him down snugly while he (eventually) caught his wits enough to let out a pitiful ‘Hi’ to his adoring captor.