anything can happen when you let it, seto is… a firm believer in a warming dose of companionship. He never pardons the legitimacy of what the magic of a hot kettle can do for you, and this setup ...abusing their small garden bordering the street, side of their house, he leads his brother without telling him it's a surprise and if it's well-kept, it is. Isn't it?
kano? kano's wrists are behind his back, and Seto hums as he leads him into their small getaway, the only giveaway being the blare of living lifestyle just a leap over the fence that bothers their small bubble of tranquil.
"Aalmost there." but making things work is what Seto does, peeking underneath his palm to check if Kano's eyes are open.
The only way Kano could pull a fast one on him while they're out here is if Seto trusted him a little more with simple matters of the heart, and as much as he'd like to do that, - a quick palm over the eyes was a very quick fix.
"Eaasy does it." voice gentle, he neglects unhanding Kano just yet, til a warm palmful of - Seto's favorite mug, level with his chin now, ready to drink from, is steadied into his hands.
Timingwise, he's doing decent, releases his convict, captive when he knows Kano's 'got' it. Seto perches on the fence, divide that separates them from business. "How d'you like it?" The opening they've occupied has a thin curtain drawn of fresh laundry that keeps their house …farther away.
He scratches at the back of his neck, " …It's something." He shrugs, "We can always come back here."
"I thought Kano needed a break."
