Mokuba glanced at his big brother, who was standing beside the computer, arms crossed, stony gaze fixed on the computer.

"Seto, are you sure you don't want to sit down?"

Cool blue eyes swung to meet his. "No, Mokuba; I'm fine." He turned back to the computer and shifted restlessly. "I want to get the translation done on this Egyptian God card."

"Okay." Mokuba went back to typing. He snuck another gaze at Seto, who was in the same pose as before: arms crossed, legs spread slightly, coat billowing – There isn't even any wind in here, Mokuba thought – giving the computer the evil eye.

For a while, there was no sound but the clicking of keys. "We've got plenty of chairs," the younger Kaiba tried again.

"Mokuba, I'm FINE."

"Okay, okay, no need to shout," Mokuba grumbled. He hit one more key and the computer began to translate the ancient text. While he was waiting for the program to finish, he went back to scrutinizing his brother.

"Seto," he said tentatively. "Can I ask you a question?"

Seto grunted, which Mokuba decided to interpret as a 'yes.' He pressed on before he lost his nerve. "Why are you always standing?"

"What do you mean?" Seto asked, looking away from the computer to glare at his little brother. "I am not always standing."

"Yes you are," Mokuba insisted. "I can't remember the last time I saw you sitting down."

"I just prefer standing," Seto said. But he looked uncomfortable.

"Okay," Mokuba said dubiously. "It's just a little weird, that's all."

There was more silence.

"My pants are too tight."

"Excuse me?" Mokuba whipped his head around to stare at his brother.

Seto gritted his teeth. His face was flushed with embarrassment. "My pants are too tight. I can't sit down."

"Oh." Whatever Mokuba had been expecting, it wasn't that. What do you say to that? "Isn't that kind of uncomfortable?"

Seto shifted, not meeting his brother's eyes. "It…it pinches a little."

Mokuba did his best not to burst into laughter. Judging by Seto's expression, it would be fatal. "Then why don't you just wear different ones?"

Seto gave him such a withering glare that you might have thought Mokuba had just suggested he strip and do the Hokie-Pokie in front of Yugi and his pals. "I must look sexy at all times," he explained, as if to an idiot. "Baggy pants do not look sexy."

Mokuba smothered another fit of the giggles. "Whatever you say, Bro."

Seto hmmphed and returned to glaring fiercely at the computer screen as though blaming it for all his problems. Mokuba stuffed his fist in his mouth to keep from giggling and excused himself to find a telephone.

"Tight pants," Joey said, turning to the rest of the gang who had been eagerly listening to the entire conversation on speakerphone. The blonde scratched his head as the pieces fell into place.

"That explains a lot."