Mocha eyes landed on the object with a loathing close to hatred. A kiss of agitation was tossed in, and a chaste brush of unadulterated rage. A spray of angry red peppered a porcelain cheek, and blonde hair was blown from an exasperated face. "Did you have to give me such a stupid gift?" The smooth leather was pliable beneath Joey's fingers, coloured a pale shade of green. A light smirk settled on the eldest's lips, and with a soft cooing, Seto asked, "Oh, Pup, do you not like your new collar?" Chestnut eyes narrowed, a tick working its way to Jou's jaw. "Sure. I'll like it even better when you get a tag for me to put on it so if I get lost, someone can return me!" Cloth rustling as he cupped Joey's face in his hands, Seto's blue eyes were bright as he laughed, "How did you guess? The license is in the other box."