Don't worry, o great owners of the YGO franchise, I am not trying to make any money off your licensed property, which I know belongs to you, not me.
Two sets of footsteps together, the snap-snap-snap, as Seto's heels, as precise as everything else about him, and the faster sound of Yami's soft boots behind him, as he tries to keep up. The first bird they see, Yami doesn't even notice. He sees the little fluff of grey feathers, as Seto pushes it aside with his toe, but all his mind registers, is where not to step as he follows.
Another, several feet away, Seto barely looks at. One shiny toe pushes it into the gutter, his coattails swing a little with the movement, and he's on ahead at the same pace as ever while Yami follows. It's not until the third one, that the ex-Pharaoh stops.
"Don't you wonder what's causing these?"
"What's causing what?" Seto, ten feet ahead already, has to turn around to ask it.
Stating the obvious is not Pharaohnic. Just having to do it, irritates him a little. "The birds," Yami sounds huffy. "Have you ever seen this many dead birds, this close together on campus before?" he asks.
"I'm going to be late." Seto sounds huffy as well, probably because he's still standing there, and it's been what, almost half a minute since he stopped walking.
"Late for what?" says Yami almost exploding. "School's over, what are you going to be late for?"
Blue eyes like an iced-over ocean, and a voice that's as icy, "if you must know, I have a duel."
A duel. "Isn't that just typical." Yami's fuming now, his voice raised. "Anything could be happening here, poison let loose, chemical fumes falling out of the sky. We could be in the middle of an ecological disaster that will kill the entire student body, but gods forbid, Kaiba Seto should be late for a duel." He's talking to the empty air though. All that's left of Seto is the brisk click-click of his heels in the distance.