#➤ the devil may cry at the end of the night

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@hcsted || second first introductions.

Normally, the mundane ( as only he would define it ) was not Seto’s pace. 

But, apparently, doctors had a different take on ‘too much’– and, the megalomaniac had yet to create artificial sunlight with the same health benefits. On a mandatory absence from his office, Seto walked toward a shopping district he had frequented while still a student. It could have looked like a normal outing, if it weren’t for the small security detail trailing a few meters behind him.

Drawn from his internal grumbling, Seto caught sight of a vaguely familiar shock of white hair in his periphery. It took a moment ( too long ) to place the face, and then he sneered, 

“ Taking the 'DEATH' aesthetic literally, I see. ”             though, admittedly, Seto was less sure of the young man’s identity without the striped shirt and literal zombies. Fleetingly he thought, 'Did we go to school together?' Because, apparently, every hackjob duelist in the city was around his age. 

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