[He wishes he could be surprised, he really does. But mostly he sobers up enough to pull the idiot up when he sees Yugi's arm trembling at the effort.]
The fuck is wrong with you?
[Thankfully Yugi is light, not much heavier than Mokuba who he could happily carry around like a satchel. He grabs him under his arm pits and lifts him onto the balcony, politely ignoring how damn sweaty he is.]
I wasn't being- never mind. Fine, I suppose this means you win.
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The fuck is wrong with you?
[Thankfully Yugi is light, not much heavier than Mokuba who he could happily carry around like a satchel. He grabs him under his arm pits and lifts him onto the balcony, politely ignoring how damn sweaty he is.]
I wasn't being- never mind. Fine, I suppose this means you win.