[The bottle fits on the desk once Kaiba's shoved some stuff onto the floor; all he can hear is dogdad fussing in the back of his mind, and there really are only so many bad ideas one needs to pack into one evening]

It...definitely wouldn't have been ideal. I'm surprised this worked, frankly.

[Was working? Hopefully? Murder is frankly a lot of work and having to deal with too much afterwards is really a lot to ask. Ah, and now he's thought of another positive.]

We could cover for each other.