[ On a whim, Seto plunges his hand into his suit and pulls out the locket: yes, he's still wearing it. The ring is no longer on the chain, now safely guarded by their adorable ringbearers, but the familiar card is there.
He opens it, revealing two pictures: a boy with messy black hair, about four or five years old. And next to it, Seto and Yugi, wearing tie-dyed neon onesies, arms around each other like they just came off the dance floor. ]
This was a few days after we arrived here. Most of the people we met then are gone by now...and I was still getting used to the idea of us not being enemies anymore. He's a lightweight, and when I sampled the spirits, this happened.
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[ On a whim, Seto plunges his hand into his suit and pulls out the locket: yes, he's still wearing it. The ring is no longer on the chain, now safely guarded by their adorable ringbearers, but the familiar card is there.
He opens it, revealing two pictures: a boy with messy black hair, about four or five years old. And next to it, Seto and Yugi, wearing tie-dyed neon onesies, arms around each other like they just came off the dance floor. ]
This was a few days after we arrived here. Most of the people we met then are gone by now...and I was still getting used to the idea of us not being enemies anymore. He's a lightweight, and when I sampled the spirits, this happened.
Our first dance.