#— 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑤𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒: /Seto ღ Atem / kaibacorpbros

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"Oh noooo I'm still so cold in this 85°F weather..." He's not, he's comfortable but he overdramatically starts to fall on Atem to share his heavy coat. [Seto, you know, like that one lilo and stitch scene lmao]

『 UNPROMPTED : always welcome! 』♚ ╰┈➤ @kaibacorpbros

With a blink and a light side tilt to his head, Atem looks up at Seto. He’s actively trying to assimilate the said but that becomes a short task when he could sense the other leaning into him. Normally, in this weather, he’s searching for a cool spot and distancing himself from any heat source. In this case, another person would’ve been a heat source. However, seeing as how Kaiba is the opposite of that, Atem doesn’t mind the closeness. And he decides to go with the flow of things.

He scoots in until he’s tucked under the wing of the coat, facing Kaiba. His eyes are fixated on a prominent collarbone through a tight turtleneck which to this day makes Atem question how Seto’s body temperature works. If he were to wear a turtleneck in the hot weather, eventually he'd probably get the need to tug it off from around the column of his neck. That's why occasionally he removes any collar or gold accessory adorning his neck. It's liberating in a sense. And right now even he’s emitting heat. His hands are resting down on his sides, and his face remains near the edge of Kaiba’s jawline. Almost as though he’s craving a cool touch. Not a word is said and instead the pharaoh lets his eyelids fall halfway as he stays almost completely still right where he is.

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[ intent ] sender leans their forehead against receiver's [from Seto!]

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As though the environment around them is spinning at a slow pace and they’re the gravitational center. The outer world doesn’t matter in this portion of time. The gentle weight above his own forehead immediately ignites all sorts of emotions. A contact so magnetic that he doesn’t want to pull away. Amethystine-violet optics form an electric connection with striking blue eyes. There’s a yearning for something. In Seto’s presence, Atem feels like he could conquer anything on his path. This inviolable energy, without fail counters every move that fate throws at Kaiba. It fascinates Atem. That’s what made him realize how compatible they are. Instead of perceiving their constant clash as an inconvenience, he encourages it. At times, he even needs it. Seto had pulled him up at desperate moments when he couldn’t see a way out. His first encounter with Osiris. The duel with Dartz and the fake depictions of his friends… Some things he sees differently from Seto. And he admits to being saved by the other’s intervention.

Ring-adorned digits delicately brush over the sleek exterior of arm bracers. They travel lower and lower until they skim past lithe porcelain fingers. Index lightly hooks around Seto’s. His gaze conveys the words ‘I need you’. Just to feel his presence is more than enough.

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Cont. [x] // @kaibacorpbros​

       There’s a moment when his face washes blank with confusion until he realizes that he didn’t elaborate what he meant by ‘hold him’. They’ve not done this before, so he gets that there would be misunderstandings at first. Not to mention that he is a bit apprehensive as he chooses his words wisely. He doesn’t mind making the first move but would prefer to follow Kaiba’s preferences on things.

       “That’s— like, this,” he tries to put the words together, albeit not so successfully. Instead, he leans back in the pillow and extend his arms out, beckoning to Kaiba.

       “You can sit or lie down in front of me and lean back— on me. Whichever is comfortable for you.”

       He sort of wishes Khufu was here so he would demonstrate. But then again, he’d get fur on himself and would be afraid to push Kaiba away because of that.

       “Lean, as in… your head on—,” he just lightly pats at his chest, visibly a tad nervous with how hesitant his hand is motioning. Just saying all of that is making him flustered. And mostly because he’s never tripped on words this much.

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Cont. [x] // @kaibacorpbros​

      He’s thought this over, especially the little details that he may have missed at the beginning of his return. Frankly, he can’t say when it all started. When his mind was occupied with the thoughts of— him. That seemed normal at first. Atem bears high admiration towards Kaiba and he’d been grateful for the help he’d been provided with throughout the time when he wasn’t able to get up on his feet. To be vulnerable around someone without being afraid is a sign of trust. But he’s always had it with Kaiba, doesn’t matter now or back then. He always knew he could count on Kaiba despite their differences. But when the thoughts became repetitive to the point that he was staying late at night daydreaming about everything it was when Atem discovered it’s grown into a pattern. But interestingly, it didn’t interfere with his life. He welcomed the thoughts, he engaged in them. He’d been smiling at them.

      Atem dwelled back upon when he’d first made the mistake to walk and that might not have ended well if it wasn’t for Kaiba— once again. But that time, while he did feel guilt over it, he hadn’t said a word. And while he did prepare to get the cold shoulder from Kaiba after it, he didn’t receive it. He did perhaps deserve to get scolded for doing something reckless, but the tone in Kaiba’s words wasn’t as bitter as Atem would’ve expected it. In return, Atem had kept his head low while appreciating this. It wasn’t something he was used to and he’s sure it was probably the same with Kaiba. Them finding an equal ground to stand on, to be patient with each other without yelling like they used to. Maybe to ‘understand’ in a way that it indicates consideration towards the other and that the way they see things could differ from one another. While they still do have their moments where they have disagreements, it isn’t as heated as before. Atem would rather let the steam off during duels. After all, getting that adrenaline rush from Kaiba has actually become one of his favorite things.

      And then, when he started to perceive physical attributes, like his eyes— the color that he seems to get lost deeply in whenever he’s standing on the opposite end of the field. It’s where he’d been looking all that time. But when they sit together, in a relaxed state, he could notice these eyes again. They’re much more tranquil. These typically smoldering blue hues are as calm as the ocean on a sunny day. Atem has witnessed a side of Kaiba that’s different from the one when he’s dueling. It’s fascinating to say the least. He admires the contrast.

      It’s also funny how he can remember the warmth of the white coat that was laid on him the first day he reunited with Kaiba. Even Atem would agree he wouldn’t just think of that without dismissing it as a normal memory. It’s something he enjoys. Something of Kaiba’s.

      These are feelings. It’s not simply a deep admiration. It goes beyond that. And it’s time he’d made the move to express what he’s been holding in his chest.

      “You don’t have to feel like you need to respond to this… but I wish to let you know.”       A brief pause and the Pharaoh sets a hand upon his chest. His heart is fluttering, a look of earnestness gleams in his amethystine-violet optics.

      “You have become a significant part of my life.”       He clears his throat, not breaking eye-contact.        “I've kept my feelings for you contained for long enough. “

       …

       “Kaiba. I am in love with you.”

[ofthepuzzle]

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@kaibacorpbros​ said: 41! [From Seto, revival!] 100 nonverbal prompts

∗ 41﹕ sender  twines  their  fingers  with  receiver’s .

       His mind’s been wandering off lately, whether it’s about tournaments or meeting up with friends, or even making sure that Khufu has been getting enough care. In his room, Atem has already established a kitty corner for his kitten — who has actually grown since he’d rescued him. He’s gotten fluffier, so he requires extra brushing sessions to prevent matting. Knowing that fur going everywhere might become a problem, he’s gotten a glove that gathers the shedding fluff after carefully grooming the cat and it can be scooped out easily.        White mittens bounce around Atem’s feet, posh brown tail brushing against his legs. Khufu is looking up, deep opaline eyes request for attention. Well, more so— Friskies. Atem sets the bowl of food down for Khufu who immediately rushes in to eat. The cat’s eyes are as though embedded in the far recess of the Pharaoh’s mind. They’re captivating, royal blue tints round the pupil while the outside is lighter. When Atem thinks about what draws him to the color, an immediate depiction of similarly tinted eyes occur in his imagination. It’s so convenient that he’d found Khufu in the same time that he was starting to catch feelings for someone. The cat has helped him ease his nerves. And when he thinks about him, he could speak to the cat and look in its eyes. That felt so strange in the beginning. This odd association didn’t feel normal to just appear in his head. But in the end, Atem assumed it was just his way of coping with his emotions. Because he wasn’t ready to talk about them back then. Now it’s been a while since he finally confessed.

       The Pharaoh walks away, his mind constantly busy thinking that when he walks it’s automatic. He’s already learned every corner of the premises, so he knows where to go by instinct. He heads to shower first before getting ready for the evening.

       Thrown on some grey sweatpants and a long-sleeved purple shirt with an open neck, he feels good and fresh now finally. But he doesn’t feel like going to bed yet. Instead, he wants to check on something— someone.

       Sitting comfortably on the edge of the sofa, he keeps silent, reading an article he was sent about Duel Monsters on his phone. Occasionally he lowers the phone, peering to the side to capture a familiar shade of brown hair and deep blue eyes. Words at the tip of his tongue but he isn’t sure how to voice them. Ring-adorned fingers curl at the surface of the sofa. His breath becomes a little choppy. And eventually, he could care less about the article and maintain his focus on Kaiba. Magenta hues convey some sort of a request that he can’t really say out loud. An approval for closeness.

       A response is received through the most delicate touch. Between the little gaps of his fingers are another’s, intertwined. There is a tangible difference in temperature. Pale fingers have a cool feel to them against his tanned warm hand. Atem’s heart begins to race yet he is completely still in his position. If a little pressure is applied to the back of his hand, it’s more than certain that his fluttering heart could be sensed.

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@kaibacorpbros​ said: Seto aggressively CHOMPS the pocky off a mere inch away from Atem's lips.

       It takes a moment for the Pharaoh to process the happened, shock registering upon his façade right after the chocolate stick breaks off. Chills run down his spine, a mild shudder casts his chin down in a few twitches. And his teeth clench, muscles tense up briefly as they’re fueled by a light surge of adrenaline. The surprised expression transforms into a frown with the blood rush painting sun-kissed skin on his face bright red.

       “You didn’t have to be so rough,” Atem lowly voices through gritted teeth. Even though the supposed ‘aggression’ was shiver-inducing, it equally managed to fluster him.

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@kaibacorpbros​ said: [Note.] I've made edits to the system and programing of the A.I. you have admin rights to it basically and can change what you'd like about it. The cards, appearence, the duel disk to one of the new models, etcetera. And you don't need to have the A.I. active from the start, as long as any solid vision technology is on you'll be able to use it's form. [Kaiba]

     As the note is being offered to him, the A.I.’s hand receives it. With one fluid motion Atem flicks it over between his fingers and casts his gaze down at the written text. His gaze widens a little the further he reads and lips slightly part open in surprise. As though metaphorical sparkles glisten while he could only imagine what he could do with these options. He can pick out new and old cards, create extra decks, and— tamper with aesthetics. Looks like he’ll be busy in the next few days, playing with the options.

     A smile grows on his face as he looks back up at Kaiba. He dips his chin in a form of gratitude. Though, he’s not sure what should he start with— the cards or the appearance. Not that he can’t switch between both; keep cards in mind while messing with colors and looks on the other hand. New duel disk also has caught his attention. He vaguely remembers the duel disk on Yugi’s arm— should be the same as the default duel disk the A.I. is programmed with. Though, the holo cards that come with the new version would enable his curiosity and he might check how it looks and works.

     Atem’s withholding his enthusiasm at the moment but in a few he would let it out once he starts testing this out.    

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@kaibacorpbros​ said; ✦ - Rolling up their sleeves to keep cool, showing off their forearms [japan: sweltering and humid and yet this is as far as Seto will go XD] show a little skin

     He knows… he could— be pretty much sweating right now from the uncomfortably hot weather if he chose to. But. He didn’t choose to. So, even in the A.I. form he has options for that. For the realistic feel of it. Though, it’s probably very evident how he is completely unbothered by it to the point that he doesn’t pay attention to it. Atem wouldn’t have known of the heat were it not for him spotting Kaiba rolling his sleeves up. If the latter has removed the metal bracers it means it’s that unbearable. But even for Kaiba this much is enough. Atem never understood how does he manage to wear this many clothing layers and still survive. Either way… that doesn’t stay in his mind for too long when he’s fixated on something else.

     This ought to be the first time he’s seen Kaiba showing a little more skin. It’s so little but yet it’s so much. Atem’s eyes fall exactly on the exposed forearms. But then he tilts his head to the side as though he can pretend that he didn’t see that. And somehow— it’s just so tempting to peer back at that view. It’s really nothing much. But it’s everything. It’s just skin. Yet it’s a notable feature.

     It’s a good thing the A.I. won’t malfunction simply because of a dilemma.

     He’s already bad at diverting his attention when something has sparked his interest. And now there’s a focused look on his face, his chin dipped and eyes slightly narrowed.

       じーっ 。  。  。

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@kaibacorpbros​ said:🌿🍒 [heehee, Seto revival] send  🌿🍒  for sender’s muse to kiss receiver’s muse under the mistletoe.

       An inquisitive smile tugs on the edges of his lips and with a quirk to his eyebrow he looks from the dangling mistletoe to his rival. A connection is established between striking blue and vibrant magenta as he gets where this is going. Normally, he has something witty to say but there’s no need for words to get the mood going. Feeling a little bolder, his hand travels and finds its spot on Seto’s side. It is also necessary to somewhat support himself as he raises himself up just enough to reach the other’s face. The kiss is brief and pleasant, enough to remind him how soft these lips can be (when they’re not spitting cutting snide). Atem withdraws afterward, a content smile remains upon his radiant façade whilst his gaze searches into ocean hues.

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@kaibacorpbros​ said: [Hold] from seto! 🌙  *  ―     𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒

       One leg is crossed atop of the other whilst Atem has a sketchbook leaned against his lap. The masterpiece today is Khufu, who is lying on his little cat bed, curled like a cinnamon roll. After he finishes, the pharaoh leans back against the couch, putting his hands down to rest. He takes little breaks occasionally. A few moments pass, his amethystine-violet gaze drifts to the side, perceiving Kaiba who’s sitting next to him in their frame of sight. His hand is extended enough that if he wants to he could nudge Kaiba. Instead he’s just looking at his way, stalling some more before he continues on his drawing.

       He doesn’t know when his mind becomes occupied with random thoughts enough to have him zone out. But what easily snaps him out of it is the touch of skin against his hand. His shoulders lightly become stiff as the pharaoh straightens his back to sit properly, though as slowly as he could. He's now looking down, processing the fact that his hand is being held. So then, he carefully turns their hands where he could see a better view of Seto's. That hand speaks of hard work, the kind of precision that only determination and potentiality may bring. That’s art right there.

      Atem doesn’t say anything. Instead, he maintains the hold onto that hand, bronze digits intertwined with ivory ones. Releasing the pen briefly, he uses his free hand to gently draw with the pad of his fingertip across tendons and veins, memorizing every detail. Seto has pretty long fingers. Piano fingers as one would call them. Atem flips the next page of the sketchbook. It’s blank. He grabs the pen and begins sketching their hands, though specifically having Seto’s in front.

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@kaibacorpbros​ said: 👀 Seto is looking at those chain accessories Send ‘👀’ for my muse to catch yours staring at them.

       Chains are his primary aesthetic. Whenever he’s wearing leather, he’d always have some sort of a chain dangling either on his belt or on the strap of a leg harness for example. But recently he’s brought a new addition to his look. A chain that is akin to the one that used to hold the Millennium Puzzle, however the difference is that this one is larger in length. And it can go perfectly combined with Atem’s leather jacket. It nicely wraps around the sleeves or dangles from across his shoulders. Or it can even be used as a chest harness in a way, if he loops it around to make it look like it. Aside from it being an accessory, it can be something akin to a whip if the pharaoh desires. There’s so much that he can do with it.

       Looks like his new accessory has gotten Seto’s attention. Atem smirks, getting it loosely wrapped around his arm. And then he comes up with another idea on how to make use of the chain. He approaches his rival, untangling the chain, and comes to stand fairly close in front of him. He would then bring the chain around Kaiba’s waist, both hands holding each end, and he tugs a bit.

       “I used Time Chain. Your effects are negated. But I suppose you cannot be targeted either. Perhaps later.”

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@kaibacorpbros​ said: (Nuzzle) [from Seto] UNDERRATED AFFECTIONATE GESTURES  

       One of the best feelings, for Atem, is after a long day to remove the choker from around his neck, the bracelets, all the gold from his head and fingers. And return them in his dresser. And last but not least to get out of the restricting leather clothes and slip into something more comfortable like a tank top and loose pants. That is not before he takes a shower first. The refreshing feeling makes things better. Now, he would go into his room and maybe read a book or watch some series on his phone but he prefers to have company before bed. And Khufu seems to be already curled in a ball in his bed so he wouldn’t be disturbing him.

      A hand is placed upon his phone as he pushes it aside on the couch, just enough for a subtle hint. He leans back against the seat, engaging Kaiba in a conversation. It goes for about ten minutes, mostly Atem discussing new cards that he absolutely hasn’t seen before. It feels like within a blink and there’s something new. That’s a good thing, though. He just has to keep up monthly to maintain a strong deck. Though, he somewhat misses the old times. While he doesn’t duel as much as before, he does like to reminisce about the times he used to be within the Millennium Puzzle and on daily adventures with his friends.

       After some time, Atem finds himself at complete ease all due to the tranquil atmosphere and occasional silence. This seems to also have gotten Seto in a calm mood enough to lean into Atem. This paints a light happy smile on the Pharaoh’s face. Good thing he has his choker off at this time. His cheek just mildly rests against brown strands of hair. He doesn’t mind staying like this for a little while…

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Cont. [x] // @kaibacorpbros​

       With the patient determination and focus channelling the spirit, excitement rushes through Atem in the form of adrenaline as he partakes in his latest Judo lesson. During the first instances, the physical encounter was something to get used to. While Atem is capable of hand-to-hand combats (more suitable for his days in the past), at most he’d only needed to use his mind and overall smarts to beat an opponent. In this case, it takes both to have brain and brawn. And Seto is a good teacher and Atem admires and appreciates that.

       Judo is somewhat similar like duelling in the manner of ‘ finding the opponent’s weakest points ‘. More so— the balance that the other person is maintaining and being able to throw them off it. And Atem has thought up a couple of strategies that may work against Kaiba’s clutches. He is able to fold a leg from beneath the latter and lock it at his hip and reposition so he could slide over to the side for a swift escape. The leg at said hip is then propelled where Atem adds extra pressure of his weight to overtake Seto by surprise and raise his torso as quickly as possible. His hands come in action next, first by bringing the latter’s upper body down by the shoulders and then ensuring he won’t be using his hands via pinning them down right after by the wrists. And lastly, Atem straddles Seto’s torso with the aim to keep him down altogether.

       Confidence plays in the up-curve of smirking lips as the Pharaoh is gazing down at how Kaiba is growling in disapproval of what may be his defeat. Now, Atem knows that Seto could still throw him off right now, in this second, if he wished to. But even so, he feels triumphant to have gained control over this moment. And frankly, he does enjoy watching Seto getting worked up.

       “Oh, you were holding back? For me?” he chuckles. “Aw, you don’t mean to say I am being conceited over nothing, right? After all, I have you now.” As referred to getting him pinned for the first time.

       Though, he notices the slight change in Seto’s expression by the end of it. Atem would expect the forever smug remarks, of course. But—now that he realizes it, there’s something more to it. He’s been sitting comfortably on Kaiba for a minute now with his hands still on top of the latter’s. Their faces being this close to the point of breaths almost mingling is where Atem catches on what’s going on.

       The Pharaoh slowly withdraws his own hands as he raises his upper body. These poses hit different after his confession.

       Just slightly bashful now, albeit very much fixated on how Seto is lying on his back beneath his form, Atem feels that maybe it’s time he gets up. So, he lifts his hips where he is no longer directly sitting on the other.

       “You have a good form. When you fight that is—“ he hums.