[Kaiba was still feeling quite volatile, even after sleeping the night. Right now he was sitting in front of one of the laundry machines, watching his clothes spin as he sat around in a generic t-shirt and jeans.

When he hears Bakura he shifts his gaze to him, noticing the difference in his eyes and simply how he held himself.]

What do you want? I'm busy. [Busy washing his clothes by sitting and doing nothing.]