#modestumdaemonium

And the whole female population of Hive just had a nose bleed.

“It’ll be okay! You’ll see, we’ll be fine. We can make a new world. I...I don’t want to hurt people anymore. I won’t run away this time! We can do this together.”

“Yes!”

assassin could not help but be stricken by the sight of white hair in the crowd, familiar but distant, dancing on the edges of memories he did not have. he gave a subtle glance as he walked by, pulling his shoulders to himself, though he had no control over the jostling of others, could not keep to his own devices. their shoulders brushed. he muttered a simple apology.

Seto hadn’t been here long, but he had already grown restless. He stood in the street, holding onto the KaibaCorp logo on his jacket. He had tried speaking into it before realising it was some sort of cheap knockoff. There was no microphone in this one.

He would find another way to contact home. Looking at him, you could tell he hadn’t been here long; he stuck out like a sore thumb, and he was desperately pacing the city. Meaning he was still trying to contact home. Trying couldn’t hurt?