Never Piss Off An Intelligent, Rich Dragon
'Way too smart to be modest.'
Seeing that his lover was just staring silently at the T-shirt in his hands, Joey took the dragon by the tail – and his life in his hands – and asked, "Aren't ya gonna get mad, Seto?"
Heaving a sigh of frustration, Seto dropped the T-shirt onto his desk and said, "I can't, really."
Joey raised a disbelieving brow.
Frowning, Seto elaborated, "If I say that I can be modest, then that shirt is implying I'm not smart."
Mokuba snickered, drawing their attention to the open door, where the younger Kaiba was peeking around the edge. "This isn't funny, little brother," Seto grumbled, folding his arms across his chest with all the dignity of an offended dragon.
Which he was.
"Yes, it is," Mokuba argued, grinning widely. "With all your money, you don't need to be modest. Your smarts are enough."
Mulling that over for a moment, Seto finally said, "You know…you're right." He smiled a slow, evil smile and shot up from his chair, T-shirt clenched tightly in his fist. Staring down at the misbegotten bit of clothing, he said, "And I know just what I'm going to use my intelligence for," then strode out of the room, bypassing Mokuba without a second glance.
Mokuba and Joey exchanged looks. "Uh-oh," they said simultaneously.
Seto Kaiba was on the warpath.