[An understatement indeed. Light, who's usually so immaculately put together, looks a little... less so. He refuses to let it get to him, though, and so he stands straight, crossing his arms after he draws near. His hair is a little ruffled and maybe he's slightly more irritable than usual, but... not by much. He's still keeping up an act, and no point in being rough around the edges if he wants to continue interacting with those around him.
He eyes the gun range, then Kaiba, who seems awfully familiar with how to handle a handgun. He then lifts his gaze to the other young man, looking skeptical.]
It's these damned whispers. They don't stop. ....You seem to be doing just fine, though.
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He eyes the gun range, then Kaiba, who seems awfully familiar with how to handle a handgun. He then lifts his gaze to the other young man, looking skeptical.]
It's these damned whispers. They don't stop. ....You seem to be doing just fine, though.