Satiety
The next time he saw Mokuba, it was with a package wrapped in paper so old it had torn on all the corners. It still smelled like his old college dorm despite the years between then and now, and he had taken it as a sign, patching the holes with stickers from his alma matter.
Well, partially because it was a sign. Mostly because using duel monsters stickers would be an insult, and he couldn't bear to hear Mokuba say the game would never be the same for them. Of course, he had a right to. But thoughts like that were dangerous, and his generosity today was more than sufficient.
"Good morning." He called, the faint click of the lock sounding as he pushed open the door. "I do hope you're as excited as I am for the sunshine."
Mokuba was sitting by the window enjoying the rush of warmth. "I am." He said. "What's it like outside today?"
"I haven't gotten there just yet what with tending to all of you. I brought you something."
Mokuba glanced over. "It's not my birthday."
"But it's nearly a certain someone's."
"You're giving me Niisama's gift?"
"My dear, you are Niisama's gift. Come now, and sit down with me. I'll make you tea."
"Not that disgusting orange crap," Mokuba said, getting up.
Pegasus crossed his heart as he set the package down. "Not even a drop."
"Am I allowed to open it now?"
"Of course, it's for you after all."
Mokuba stared at the stickers and tried not to imagine Pegasus putting them on there purposefully, like he was wrapping something for a little kid and ran out of bows.
He put a finger through the middle and struck something solid as he tugged down, tearing vertically. "It's...a book. Are you wrapping those now? You're going to kill all the trees y'know."
"Kindly disregard the ecosystem long enough to open it."
Mokuba carefully pulled the spine open to reveal the blank, lined pages. "A journal?"
"Every day until the end of the year, you can fill up to one page for Seto, and Seto can fill up to one page to send back."
"Like letters to each other?"
"Just like that," Pegasus said.
"Will you read them?"
"Probably."
He expected some sort of fight there, but Mokuba was still staring at the blank pages as they glided over his thumb.
"One a day. You can't take it back."
"I will if I have to, you know that."
"Deal anyway." Mokuba said.
"I thought you might say so." When he offered a pen, Mokuba looked at him again.
That was enough.
