The Clothes Make The Spirit

‘Men are such idiots. And you’re dating their King.’

Seto and Joey released simultaneous snarls.

“Who sent dis?” Joey demanded.

“I don’t know. But I think it was Yugi,” Seto replied.

“Yug?” Joey asked, shocked. “But he’s my best friend!”

“Your best friend who I pranked less than a week ago,” Seto pointed out, staring glumly at the bumper sticker in his hand.

“What is it with ya and callin’ him a midget?” Joey asked, slumping down in a nearby chair.

“He is extremely short,” Seto replied. “Ra, Mokuba is two inches taller than him.”

“But it’s not like he can do anything about it,” Joey said.

Seto smirked. “But he’s so cute when he’s angry,” he said sweetly. “And it gets on Yami’s nerves whenever someone picks on the runt.”

Joey’s eyes narrowed. “Like it gets on yer nerves whenever someone picks on me?” he asked, voice dangerously low.

“Ano…yes?” Seto replied carefully. Where was Joey going with this line of questioning?

And why did he get the sinking feeling that he wasn’t going to like where they ended up?

“Then why can’t ya keep from antagonizing Yugi?!” Joey yelled. “Ya know he isn’t as innocent as he makes out – dis insult just proves it.”

Seto shrugged helplessly. “Old habits die hard?” he offered lamely.

“And bad ones go scrng,”ng,” Joey groaned, burying his head in his hands.