Kaiba looks over at the Shellos tucked under Marik's arm and smiles. It's cute. Slimy, but cute. Just like King.
He takes a deep breath and considers Marik's offer. He wants to refuse charity, his instincts are screaming at him to do so. But...he's being so sincere and kind about the whole thing that it's giving him pause. What should he do?
As he's done more and more often lately, he looks to King for an answer. The Goomy cheers happily and zips over, chattering up at the little Shellos. That's...some kind of answer.
"...If you're sure. But. If you find yourself short on supplies, come get me. I might know a few tricks."
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He takes a deep breath and considers Marik's offer. He wants to refuse charity, his instincts are screaming at him to do so. But...he's being so sincere and kind about the whole thing that it's giving him pause. What should he do?
As he's done more and more often lately, he looks to King for an answer. The Goomy cheers happily and zips over, chattering up at the little Shellos. That's...some kind of answer.
"...If you're sure. But. If you find yourself short on supplies, come get me. I might know a few tricks."