Seto woke up feeling refreshed, and when he peeled his face off the pillow, he was pleasantly surprised to find Yami sitting upright beside him, reading a book.
"Oh good, you're awake," Yami said blithely, setting the book aside and giving the top of Seto's hair a playful ruffle, nearly cutting his fingertips on the broken edges of his horns. He tried not to wince as he withdrew his hand, but Seto caught on immediately and his little face darkened.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…" Yami offered lamely, and he watched Seto hop out of bed and dig around in the pockets of the cloak that was hanging off the bedpost. What was he doing?
Seto's hands closed around the stones he'd found in the cave and placed one in Yami's lap, lowering his head and pointing at the sharp edges. Dull it down for me.
Yami lifted the rock shakily from his lap and stared at it, his heart thumping painfully in his chest as he understood, and he nodded, silently reaching out to grind the sharpness down with the flat edge of the rock, making sure to catch the dust that accumulated into a glass tube that he materialized.
Seto felt the ear-splitting, horrid grinding finally stop, and a half-filled tube of black dust was placed in his lap beside the stone.
"You can use this when you need it. It's yours anyway," Yami flushed dark red, and Seto shook his head, pushing the glass tube back into Yami's hands.
He didn't fucking want his own horn shavings. Yami could take it, sell it, eat it, whatever.
He'd heard Yami's thoughts about how much demon horn went for on the market and how it was a 'level 9' controlled substance or something. Like it was drugs. Because it was powerful, but he was a kid who couldn't do jack shit right now other than cry and eat.
At least it was one step up from wetting himself.
He'd never felt so damn useless in his entire life.
"I see. Then I will keep it for you…until…later," Yami mumbled as he vanished it into his inventory, and his heart nearly stopped in his chest when he saw a tear curl down Seto's cheek and land with a sizzling drop onto the sheets below.
He bit back a gasp and hastily fixed the sheet with a spell.
"Seto…" Yami began, and he watched helplessly as Seto reached up to touch the dull protrusions on his head, looking extremely dejected.
"Let's tackle the day," Yami said determinedly, giving Seto's shoulders a tight squeeze, hoping to see the child smile at least once today. "How about I start by teaching you a cleansing spell? Hm? I'm sure you can do it. You're not that much of a baby, are you?"
That seemed to snap Seto out of his depressed stupor, and his blue eyes sharpened so intensely, his pupils turned into vertical slits.
"I didn't mean it. It was a joke," Yami said defensively as he wondered if Seto would ever grow up to attack him. He tried not to think about it and focused on the task at hand.
"First, you want to sit up straight," Yami instructed, seeing Seto arrange himself formally and tuck his feet underneath himself. Odd. But it was fine.
"Next, you want to take a deep breath, and channel a clear…beautiful oasis in your mind," Yami said warmly, holding his hand out carefully where a tiny drop of water began forming in his palm, and Seto's eyes widened with intrigue.
"Grow your oasis," Yami continued with his eyes closed, aware that he was handing dangerous mage secrets to a demon who could potentially be more powerful than any mage because they were born with a natural affinity for magic. They were highly respected by other magical creatures for simply how innately powerful they were. Maybe this was wrong, but this child was the last of his kind.
He needed all the power in the world to survive.
Shit… He really cares about me, Seto thought nervously as he listened to Yami's inner turmoil. If he wasn't an adult trapped in a kid's body, he might be more reckless and go on a violent rampage just to get what he wanted. Hell, he wouldn't put it past his adult-self not to do that too. Yeah, Yami was really testing his own luck by having rescued him.
"You're not doing it," Yami said accusingly, opening his eyes and reaching down to make sure Seto was also holding his hand out at the same angle. "Do you want to learn how to take baths? Do this with me now. Grow the mental oasis to make water in your palm."
Seto bit back a sigh and wiggled his fingers, feeling something warm bubbling up from his chest and traveling down to his arm as he imagined the most epic billionaire relaxation resort to kick back on. His own beachy island. Yachts. Gazebos.
Rattan lounge chairs.
Cabanas. Alcohol.
Sparkling clear blue waters and white sand.
Clear air and wispy white clouds.
The water in the center of his palm grew to an enormous size and drenched him completely from head to toe, even splashing over Yami's spiky hair and seeping through to the bottom of the bed.
Stunned, Seto sat there helplessly, sopping wet and furious.
Fuck.
He did that wrong.
Everything was wet.
When Yami did this spell last night, he'd come away dry, and the bubble of water had been controlled.
But Yami was laughing and giving him an encouraging clap on the back, waving his hand and drying the room in an instant, leaving them both warm and clean.
"Very good, see? Now you need more practice. Maybe…try for less of an oasis next time. What were you thinking about?" Yami asked proudly, seeing Seto lower his head and shrug glumly. Ah… Perhaps the child was thinking of home.
"Let's go downstairs and get something to eat," Yami said hastily, helping Seto off the bed and looping the bag containing his horns over his shoulders for him. "Keep this on you at all times. It'll help keep you sane."
Whatever, Seto thought dryly as he watched Yami cast another spell on the bag with a careful wave of his hand while his lips moved steadily. The bag on his shoulder glowed briefly, and Seto tightened his hand over the strap. W-What had just happened?
"Anti-snatch spell," Yami explained patiently, holding his hand and leading him out of the room. "So you don't have to hug it to your front so protectively. You can wear it like a knapsack."
Seto nodded stiffly and trotted down the narrow hallway of the inn with Yami, down two flights of stairs before arriving in the main dining area.
The busty elf was wiping the counter down with a frown set between her delicate brows.
Seto gaped at her because she radiated with beauty even though her hair was a bit disheveled, tied up in a messy scarf with stray strands falling down around the sides of her rounded face.
She snapped her head up the moment Yami approached the bar and lifted the child up to set him down the high bar stool.
"No kids allowed," she insisted, glaring at Yami while resolutely avoiding eye contact with the child demon who Yami had cleverly dressed up as an apprentice mage. The small hat conveniently concealed his horns, and he was wearing Yami's most powerful cloaking ring.
I'm not going to drink… yet, Seto thought, disgruntled. The elf woman and Yami had an intense staring contest before Yami broke the silence first.
"I'd like my usual," Yami said delicately, and Mai reached under the counter to set a plate of wrapped food before him with an angry clatter.
Seto's mouth watered at the sight of rolled meat on Yami's plate and colorful vegetables, understanding the elf had the food all ready. She'd purposely withheld it to start a fight.
"You need to treat him with care and equality," Yami growled under his breath, glaring furiously at Mai who held his gaze confidently and turned her nose up in the air. "He is not a monster. If you treat him like one, he'll grow up to be one. Get it?"
Mai narrowed her eyes at Yami and crossed her arms tensely, noticing a patron waving at her with an empty mug, and she stepped out from behind the bar, brushing past Yami to hiss, "if your pet wants food, he can get it himself from the kitchen."
Seto listened to this argument with his gaze fixed blankly on the empty spot in front of him, his chest swirling with a terrible crushing feeling.
Yami set his jaw and got up from the bar to follow Mai, intent on holding the rest of the conversation out of earshot from Seto.
Mai slapped a rag down on the table where the customer had left and began wiping it down with furious motions while Yami circled the table to give her a piece of his mind about her behavior in front of the demon child.
"Please give him a chance—"
"I'm all out chances to give, Yami—"
"If he was half-elf, I know you would care—"
"The point is, he's not, no matter how hard you try—"
Seto watched them glumly from afar, aware that he could hear their conversation clearly as if he was sitting right there, so he hopped off the stool and landed on his feet with a light tap. Nice to know he could jump from a great height and land lightly on his feet…like a cat.
He pushed his way through the barriers leading behind the bar, hating how he could still hear them arguing.
"He's barely 50. I can do an appraisal on him for his exact age—"
"His age isn't the problem, Yami. He's ademon that you smuggled into a safe zone…!"
Shutting them out furiously as he walked the length of the bar, Seto found the entrance to the kitchen through a pair of woven flaps, and he walked through them, arriving in a giant room lined with shelves of ingredients. Each item on the shelf was labeled, and Seto ached to read, but he grit his teeth and reached for the nearest bushel of greens on the lowest shelf, giving it a sniff.
The scent stung his nose, so he placed it aside. He didn't know what anything was, and the sheer amount of raw ingredients was overwhelming.
Could I do an appraisal too? Seto wondered determinedly as he stood in the middle of the room and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, saying half-heartedly, "Appraise." His voice rasped disgustingly in his throat as a wave of white light shot out from underneath his feet and coated the entire room from floor to ceiling, and the writing on the labels were suddenly legible, all neatly written in Japanese with glowing orbs of light over each item, showing what powers they held.
Intrigued and speechless, Seto dashed to the largest shelf at the back of the room and read each item hungrily.
"butter mugwort stems"
"kulfi sugar powder"
"daigo-lavender snail shells"
"Waffle clabber yogurt"
Confused, Seto stared at the names while his mind churned. He knew what each of these things were individually but what were they when combined in a strange fantasy world?!
I don't even know if I can eat this shit! Seto cried irritably, understanding this was why Yami fed him "safe" foods like meat… and sweets. But that couldn't be healthy, could it?
Something in a basket on the lower shelf caught his eye, and Seto knelt to pull it out, cringing at the dark purple orbs that floated above the wrapped food items. Were these…poison?
Why would the elf lady keep poison with edible food?!
Frowning curiously, Seto picked up the odd lump of yellow liquid tied up in a pouch, and he gave it a tentative sniff.
The strong scent of fermented soybeans flooded his nose, and he held the bag away at an arm's length, his excitement rising.
This wasn't poison. It was "spoiled" food.
But this was on its way to being an amazing miso paste!
Miso soup! Oh god, I want miso soup! Seto thought wildly as he dug around in the basket of spoiled food, finding a bluish green fish that stank so much, it made his hair stand on end, but he set it aside with excitement and found a few crumpled, dried-up peppers at the bottom that looked like it had been there for decades.
Does she have seaweed?! Seto thought anxiously as he left the rotten bag of soy beside the moldy fish, dashing around the shelves and reading frantically.
Elf lady had a nice organization system, with heavy ingredients at the top, leafy ingredients on the left, and solid fruit-looking items on the right. After a bit of hunting, Seto found something that smelled like seaweed easily, tucked away in the back behind some edible palm fronds, and he raced to put all his ingredients together, yearning for some tofu.
There was a jar of spoiled white paste.
He could use that and combine it with the spoiled soy.
Perfect.
I'm being disgusting but I don't care! Seto cried excitedly to himself as he rushed out of the pantry to find a bowl. He remembered seeing a few stacked behind the bar, so headed straight for the bar, staring dejectedly up at the stack of bowls way above his head. He couldn't reach that…
Annoyed at how short he was, Seto scanned for a stool or some boxes he could stack together to climb up when he heard the elf let out a sharp gasp and cry out, "WHERE IS HE?!"
Yami froze and realized he'd been too busy arguing to keep an eye on the child, and he heard a loud clatter from behind the bar that sent a lightning bolt of panic through his body. He leapt towards the bar but Mai was faster, sprinting past him to throw herself past the barriers and skidding to a halt just in time to see the child balancing precariously on three fruit crates while trying to reach a bowl.
Yami burst through the low doors after her breathlessly and ran forward to scoop Seto off the crates and set him back down on the floor.
Dammit! Hey! Seto growled, hanging onto Yami's palm which was flattened protectively against his chest while the mage decided to lecture his elf friend instead of reprimanding him from climbing up too high.
"You see?! He heard you say those nasty things!" Yami ranted, feeling Seto tugging at his sleeve and pointing insistently at the bowl, so he grabbed one at random and handed it down to the child, watching Mai's face turn pink with fury.
"Get it—him…out of here," Mai hissed through gritted teeth, and Seto trotted past her nonchalantly, feeling her freeze when his shoulder accidentally brushed too closely against the hem of her apron.
"Excuse me, I know you can understand me!" Mai cried fearfully as the child continued to ignore her and walked right into her pantry. "Get out of there! All that stuff is raw! There's no food in there!"
Seto knelt by his stack of rotten food and was disappointed to see that the glowing numbers and orbs had disappeared. Dang it. Whatever. He had a good memory and didn't need to cast another one to know what was what.
Yami and Mai stood apprehensively by the door of the pantry, watching Seto touch the spoiled food with ease, and Mai let out a disgusted shriek, gripping the doorframe while giving Yami a hard nudge.
"Make him stop!" she cried as she watched Seto poke a hole into the bag of rotten beans and gently squeeze a dollop into the bowl and follow it up with a slice of rotten fish.
D-Did demons eat like this?!
This child was broken!
Yami couldn't move from his spot as he watched Seto perform a cooking spell with ease, passing his hand over it to add water and a steaming bowl of murky orange soup appeared in the bowl. But Seto wasn't done. He stripped a few dried feathers off the stalk and added it to the top as a garnish, and Yami felt his skin curl. W-What was happening?!
"Okay, that's enough," Mai huffed, stomping over to stand beside the child and covering her nose with one hand. "This sick poison-creation class stops now. Get up. I'll make you something to eat."
Seto gave her an indignant look and kept his palms flat against the sides of the bowl, bringing it to a quick boil before it cooled down again according to his will. This was very cool, effortless cooking. He enjoyed this more than real cooking. All he had to do was put shit together and then think about how he wanted it to turn out. Why couldn't real cooking be like this?
Quite pleased with his miso soup, he glanced down into the soup to see familiar chunks of tofu and seaweed floating around in it before he took an excited sip and heard the elf lady let out another disgusted gasp.
"Yami! Get over here and make him stop!" Mai cried anxiously, already at the end of her wits.
Seto smiled happily to himself as the familiar taste of miso zipped across his tongue, followed by the wonderful, soft fluffy tofu and the tenderly boiled seaweed. Ah… Holy fuck, he'd never though he'd miss such a basic food before…but it was so comforting.
He took another sip, feeling Yami stand shakily on his other side and bend down to gently pry the bowl of soup out of his hands with a weary smile.
"No more of this," Yami said kindly, now wondering how starved this child had to be to have gone out of his way to make a soup out of spoiled ingredients. "We have plenty of fresh food here, see? You're welcome to have any of it—"
"I didn't say that." Mai fumed, and Seto glanced up at her stiffly understanding that her hate for him came from a place of fear. "I said I'd make him something to eat."
Yami tightened his grip over the bowl and opened his mouth to retaliate when a warm, savory scent drifted upwards, making his mouth water, and he was taken aback by it.
Seto gave him an encouraging smile and made a cupping motion to his mouth as if to say, "drink it," so Yami gave it a tentative sniff, dodging Mai's manicured hand coming for his wrist.
"Are you serious?! Don't drink it!" Mai screeched, and her voice caught in her throat as Yami tilted his head back to take a shallow sip.
Seto's eyes widened as he watched the yellow orb above Yami's head replenish in a flash, and Yami swayed on the spot with a dazed look on his handsome face.
"O-Oh…" Yami hiccupped and pressed a hand over his mouth delicately, handing the bowl over to Mai, his cheeks tinted pink. "That's delicious. Mai… Try some. Seriously."
Mai narrowed her eyes prettily at him, sparing a glance down at the child by her feet before swiping the bowl out of Yami's hand, nearly spilling it before she lifted it to her lips to give it a sniff and then a tentative sip.
Her cheeks flushed dark red, and she took another silent sip, followed by another, and then another, her head tilting back to round off the entire bowl while Seto watched with silent satisfaction.
She had a few orbs above her head too, and they all filled up steadily one by one. Seto watched with fascination as she placed the bowl back down by her feet and knelt beside him to give him a tight hug.
Stunned, Seto accepted the hug and felt himself being squished so hard, his lungs grew tight.
O-Okay… Sheesh. Apology accepted…?
Yami nodded approvingly from above, his heart swelling with relief at the touching scene.
"I don't trust you completely yet," Mai said loftily, looking away with embarrassment while she kept her hands warmly atop Seto's tiny shoulders, giving him a little playful shake. "I know you're just a kid, but if you can make 10 more bowls of this for my lunch rush, that'll cover your rent …for today."
"For today?!" Yami cried irritably, reaching down to help Seto to his feet and leaning down to help dust his knees off. "Mai. Please be less cruel. You want gold? I'll give you gold."
Seto rolled his eyes and nodded, accepting this deal readily. He held his hand out for a shake, and she glanced down curiously at him, putting one finger down into the middle of his palm to push his hand away with her nose wrinkled.
"I don't play hand-touching games. I'm an old lady," she sniffed before turning to leave the pantry with a swish of her hair. "10 bowls! I'll clear a space for you now!"
Yami shook his head and bent down to pick Seto up to put him on his shoulder, feeling tiny arms locking reassuringly around his neck as he carried the child out of the pantry and into the space behind the bar, already seeing Mai setting up a little stool for him with a cushion and a small table she'd pulled out from her herbs closet.
Aw… She cared in her own way…
Only when there was a money-making opportunity for her.
Seto heard this thought from Yami and felt a rush of kinship towards the elf woman. She wanted to make money selling his attempt at a miso soup?
I'm okay with making piles of money in this universe too, Seto thought wickedly as he watched her plunk a set of bowls down on the table for him. She straightened up to wipe her brow and give him a pretty grin.
"Sit here," she said encouragingly as she pulled out the tiny footstool, and Yami shook his head, his arms tightening around Seto as he felt Seto kick his legs, asking to be put down.
"You're taking advantage of him," Yami said evenly, and Seto bit the inside of his cheek so hard, his eyes watered. God, could Yami loosen up a bit? It was just soup.
"Relax. It's just soup," Mai scoffed, giving the baby a dazzling smile and patting the stool encouragingly. "Come on. 10 bowls every day—"
"It's soup crafted by a demon who is the last living member of his kind," Yami retaliated anxiously, but he set Seto down when he felt claws digging into his shoulder, and he watched the child dash over to the table and sit down with a smirk on his face, clearly eager to help out.
Seto grabbed the rotten fish and peeled off slivers of the fins, neatly placing one in each bowl while he listened to Mai and Yami continue to argue.
"I got it from here. I'm a great babysitter," Mai said coolly, having changed her tone completely. "I've even got Baphomet's milk if he still drinks that. How old is he again?"
38, Seto answered evenly as he squeezed a measured dollop of soybean paste into each bowl, his mouth watering at the scent. Hey, if he recalled correctly, he didn't get to drink his own soup because both adults had taken it from him while still fighting.
"Don't know. How about try talking to him if you're such a great babysitter?" Yami snapped, crossing his arms across his chest, quite fed up with Mai's two-faced attitude regarding the child.
"Okay, I will," Mai replied poisonously, and then she knelt beside Seto to give him a sweet smile, her tone changing drastically again as she asked, "…Hey babe. How old are you? …Hmm? Tell Auntie Mai please."
Yami huffed in frustration and leaned against the wall, watching Seto's chubby hands clamping around each bowl to bring it to a boil.
She's Auntie Mai now, huh? Seto thought amusedly, holding up three fingers before going back to the bowl, heating it up and intending on holding up eight fingers, but both adults gasped while a cold silence settled over the room.
Oops, Seto thought dryly as he leaned back to hold up more fingers, but no one was paying attention to him. Yami and Mai were both freaking out to each other.
"He's only thirty?!"
"That's too young! Get rid of him!"
"Make up your damn mind, Mai. You're pissing me off—"
"This beats the time you brought a dozen freshly-laid lizardman eggs while still in a nest—"
"And the lizardmen have been invaluable to the security of this safe zone—"
Oh my god, I hate them both, Seto thought mildly as he finished heating up the last bowl of soup, hearing a couple people walk into the bar, but the pair was still too busy arguing to notice.
He picked up a steaming bowl of soup and lifted it to his lips, sipping it carefully while the customer called out a greeting that finally made Mai and Yami shut up.
"Yo! Miss Mai! Hungry adventurers here!" A woman called loudly, and Mai gave Yami a frustrated huff and grabbed a tray off the bar counter to pile three bowls of soup on top before vanishing.
Yami sighed and pinched his brow, sinking to his knees beside Seto's tiny stool and giving him a warm squeeze on the shoulder, eyeing the bowls of soup lined neatly on the table, his heart clenching with guilt.
"If you ever want to stop making this, you can," Yami said seriously as he gazed deeply into Seto's clear blue eyes. "Don't ever force yourself to mix potions for others if you don't want to. That's how people will take advantage of you."
The child blinked slowly back at him in response and nodded.
Potions? This is soup, Seto thought nervously as Mai came barging back in through the barrier to pick up two more bowls of soup without making eye contact, and she bustled away again.
"At least thank him!" Yami jumped to his feet to shout after her, but his voice was drowned out by the rambunctious laughter coming from the crowded tables of people.
Seto could hear that the bar had filled up almost instantaneously. Loud clinking, thumping of heavy glasses against table surfaces and high-pitched laughter made his eardrums ache. His hearing had gotten incredibly sensitive, and anytime silverware clinked, it sent a sharp vibration down the back of his neck.
I'm going deaf, Seto growled, clapping his hands over his ears, and Yami noticed this immediately, so he bent down to put the child on his shoulder, carrying him up the stairs back into the room.
The door swung shut and he was set down on his feet. The din from below had been muffled, but only barely.
Yami knelt to the ground and muttered a spell that blanketed the room in a blissful silence, and Seto nodded appreciatively, feeling his shoulders lighten as he took a deep breath and let his ears heal.
"This is why demon tribes live away from the city…" Yami muttered to himself as he materialized a shiny stone in the palm of his hand and handed it to Seto. "Here. For quiet when you can't get away."
Seto accepted the stone and held it awkwardly in his hand, feeling oddly weighed down by all the gifts Yami was giving him.
"You turn it over in your hands three times and quiet will surround you, but only for 2,000 paces, which is enough for you to get away…" Yami said anxiously, peering into Seto's rounded face and giving his plump cheeks a loving pat.
Okay thanks, Seto thought flatly as he tucked it into his pocket and stared at the spot where Yami's spiky hair erupted from the top of his head, mildly fascinated by all the colors.
His hand was held tightly and he was led over to the bed, where Yami pointed a slender finger at it and said sternly, "nap time."
What the fuck! No! Seto raged, and he hesitated for a moment before he stamped his foot.
Yami's angular eyes widened prettily and he narrowed them just as fast, pointing at the bed again.
"Nap time happens for all children until they turn at least 110," Yami said quietly, noticing the whites of Seto's eyes darkening extremely fast even though he was wearing the cloaking ring, and that sent a jolt of fear through his body. Oh hell. Seto was more powerful than he'd anticipated…
Not sleepy, Seto glared icily at Yami and crossed his arms, not to be intimated.
"Your eyes are changing," Yami said gently, resting his hand warmly atop Seto's head. "My cloaking ring isn't strong enough to mask the emotions that come through in your eyes, so I suggest you watch your temper."
Seto swallowed thinly and nodded, gritting his teeth and tried stamping his foot again.
He knew how to throw a tantrum. Would it work?
He wanted to stay awake to learn more about this world.
Sleeping was a waste of time.
"Well, I'm going somewhere you can't come with me," Yami said seriously, resting both his hands down on Seto's tiny shoulders. "I need you to stay here and be good with…Auntie Mai, okay?"
No, I want to come with you! Seto thought sourly as he frowned again and tried baring his teeth for good measure.
"You don't want to come with me," Yami coaxed cleverly as he began to sweat. "It's a…bad guy establishment. I'm reporting back to the district that ordered a village clean up—"
Then I want to go with you to put names to those murderers' faces, Seto bared his teeth again and stamped his foot with more force, feeling the ground shake beneath the pad of his foot as the wood splintered and cracked so much, the entire room seemed to sway.
O-Oh shit.
He didn't know his own strength.
Yami was in full-panic mode now, placing his palm down frantically on the ground to return it to normal just as Mai burst in through the door breathlessly, her violet eyes wide with anger.
"What in the holy name of Priestess Kalli is happening up here?!" She breathed, glaring at the floor where she'd seen splinters rushing back underneath Yami's palm as he restored the wood. "Is he doing that?! Get your demon baby to stop shaking the roof! Someone will notice!"
And she slammed the door with force.
"Okay… Okay please, Seto…" Yami held his hands up defensively, his eyes wet at the corners as he patted Seto's shoulders frantically. "Promise not to do that again and you can come with me…but you can't talk to anyone! And when we come back, you go straight to bed, understand?"
Seto nodded stiffly and bared his teeth halfheartedly again.
Sure. Whatever.
He was kinda sorry about the floor, not really.
But now that he knew Yami was the ultimate pushover, all he had to do was throw another earthquake tantrum and he'd get what he wanted.
Easy. Maybe too easy.
He grinned apologetically and Yami gave him a withering look, letting out a sigh and shaking his head before offering his hand out for him to hold.
Seto took it eagerly and let Yami clasp the cloak properly around his shoulders before they walked out of the room, hand-in-hand.
Another adventure, Seto thought excitedly, as he followed closely behind Yami's heels and gawked at the various monsters sitting at the bar's tables, all chewing and eating noisily, ignoring them as they brushed past.
He couldn't wait to see what this 'bad guy establishment' looked like.
Author's note:
seto's first tantrum. Seto's first potion making. Seto's first spell casting
I hope yami is keeping a baby book of seto's firsts lmao