Seto woke up one morning in may. He stood up out of bed and smoothed out
the front of his blue. . .wait. . .no. . .he's naked. Okay. Seto woke up
and stood up out of bed. He looked down, and seeing his full glory, he
quickly put some clothes on.
Wait. . .no. . .what is he doing? Just standing there unclothed and smiling. Okay. So he stood up out of bed and looked down, seeing his full glory, he smiled silently. His eyes snapped up and traced the corners of his room as he smacked his lips.
"Seto need food." And he grunted.
Still. . .in full glory. . .he took one step after another on a cold, marble, hallway floor. A full head of knotty black hair was swinging its legs over a tall barstool. It sniffled and sucked a glob of soggy cereal from a giant wooden mixing spoon.
"Brother Seto." And it grunted.
The nude Seto blinked in reply as he began to suckle salt from the glass shaker. He coughed and went to the fridge. It smoothly opened after he tugged at the handle persistently for a few seconds.
"Ah. Fridge cold." And before grunting again, he reached for an oven mitt and covered a quickly shrinking little Seto. A bottle of cheap champagne was found, open and drunk from in a matter of moments. Another matter of moments later, he was quite a bit more awake, and clothed, and eating a normal breakfast.
No. . .wait. . .sorry, still naked.
"You'll dress before school?" The knotty black mass asked. Seto chewed on a particularly rubbery egg.
And he grunted.
"You cant do it again. It's too predictable. You did it last Thursday."
"Did not"
"They sent you home. You wouldn't stop 'raising your hand', remember?"
Seto turned his head quickly at the knotty black mass and grinned with all kinds of breakfast food sticking out of his cheeks.
"Fine. Ugly blue suit then." He looked down. "I like this suit better. More natural. Natural all the rage."
Finally with the ugly blue suit completely covering the more natural suit, Seto shaped up and walked out his front door. He fell down the few steps in front of the door, decided that he wasn't going to take that from concrete, and tried again.
He arrived at school three hours later, very bruised.
Wait. . .no. . .what is he doing? Just standing there unclothed and smiling. Okay. So he stood up out of bed and looked down, seeing his full glory, he smiled silently. His eyes snapped up and traced the corners of his room as he smacked his lips.
"Seto need food." And he grunted.
Still. . .in full glory. . .he took one step after another on a cold, marble, hallway floor. A full head of knotty black hair was swinging its legs over a tall barstool. It sniffled and sucked a glob of soggy cereal from a giant wooden mixing spoon.
"Brother Seto." And it grunted.
The nude Seto blinked in reply as he began to suckle salt from the glass shaker. He coughed and went to the fridge. It smoothly opened after he tugged at the handle persistently for a few seconds.
"Ah. Fridge cold." And before grunting again, he reached for an oven mitt and covered a quickly shrinking little Seto. A bottle of cheap champagne was found, open and drunk from in a matter of moments. Another matter of moments later, he was quite a bit more awake, and clothed, and eating a normal breakfast.
No. . .wait. . .sorry, still naked.
"You'll dress before school?" The knotty black mass asked. Seto chewed on a particularly rubbery egg.
And he grunted.
"You cant do it again. It's too predictable. You did it last Thursday."
"Did not"
"They sent you home. You wouldn't stop 'raising your hand', remember?"
Seto turned his head quickly at the knotty black mass and grinned with all kinds of breakfast food sticking out of his cheeks.
"Fine. Ugly blue suit then." He looked down. "I like this suit better. More natural. Natural all the rage."
Finally with the ugly blue suit completely covering the more natural suit, Seto shaped up and walked out his front door. He fell down the few steps in front of the door, decided that he wasn't going to take that from concrete, and tried again.
He arrived at school three hours later, very bruised.