certainly have given them the water.
But whether or not they both had to go to school. Seto on a whim and Mokuba because there was no other way. You had spoken about a private tutor once, but the company manager immediately refused.He wanted Mokuba to grow up with the company of others, that he could lead a completely normal life, had friends and, for his age, be able to do everything that was fun for him. Seto was certainly aware that it would never be as hard as it was for him then, but he hoped that his little brother would not shut himself off and isolate himself from the outside world as he did. Sometimes he even wished to be as carefree again can like the little one. He could not bring back the years of childhood, they had passed. Yet he had a goal in mind, he had to fight for it.
"Are you ready then, Purzel?" He called out from the door. He already had his silver briefcase in his hand and was waiting at the door for the little one. One minute, two minutes ... "Mokuba!"
And then the one called came around the corner, slipped on the runner and hit his nose at his brother's feet. "Ouch ...", one could still hear it tormented, then he sniffed."Oh little one ...", he carefully helped him up and looked at his nose. It wasn't broken and it didn't bleed, but Seto could well imagine that something like that hurt. He had often fallen on his nose too, but more in a metaphorical sense. Still, such landings were tough. "It's all right again, nothing happened," he consoled him, hugging his brother lovingly. That something like that always had to happen when you were in a hurry.