School of Creation ; SetoSolace

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Seto groaned as he sat up in bed, his hair messy and his eyes stinging at the arising sun. He shifted his orbs around the ever so familiar room. He assumed he had fell asleep on the hillside the night before while gazing at the stars with Brice; which would explain why he would be taken here in the first place. He swung his feet towards the creaky wooden floor and fixed the covers; it was the least thing he could do for the Hybrid's kindness. Stretching, he shuffled out of the room.

He was greeted with a pleasant aroma, an unfamiliar one to say the least. His eyes shifted around the dining room before spotting the blond in the kitchen. He whistled as he was washing, trying to get the grease off the surface of it. He turned, smiling at the brunet as he gave a small wave, "Morning, Seto. I made us both breakfast—waffles, an omelet, and bacon. The bacon is kinda burnt though, hope you don't mind that."

Seto stayed silent, before speaking, "...what's bacon?"

Brice gasped, dramatically placing the half-decently cleaned pan back into the sink. He dried his hands and quickly grabbed the two plates that were sitting on the side. He placed them down on the dining table, then spoke, his eyes seeming to sparkle with a flaming passion, "It's only the best food in the world! It's crispy, bacony, delicious! Only pizza and fries top it, but pizza with fries that are drowned with cheese and bacon is the most heavenly thing on the planet Seto! Honestly, you're missing out—let's eat!"

"Well, alright." Seto had shrugged, sitting down in one of the four chairs. Brice sat next to him, quickly beginning to eat his food. Seto chuckled at Brice's behavior.

Brice had realized this, turning his head as his mouth was full of waffles, "Mmphat?"

"Brice, that's gross." Seto giggled, playfully pushing the blond away. Brice finished chewing and had swallowed his food. He wiped his mouth with his black pajama sleeve and continued stuffing his face.

Seto hesitantly poked at his food. Seeing as Brice was nearly done with his own, Seto began to quicken his pace. The eggs were good, considering they were sloppily placed together in an omelet with a smiley face, that was made up of ketchup, on top. The waffles tasted sweet, a bit too sweet for his liking. It was drowned in honey and maple syrup, but it tasted fine. Then there was the bacon—it was fattening due to the fact that there was a lot of oil. He took a small bite into it, the taste was a bit too salty and greasy. He couldn't understand why a person would have a meal like this, but he figured he would burn off the calories anyway.

After a few minutes, the two finished eating. Brice took Seto's and his own plate and plopped it into the sink, he figured he would wash it later. Quickly dashing towards his own room, he changed his clothes. He decided to throw on a long sleeved golden shirt, a short sleeved black shirt with a skull on it, and ripped jeans. Slipping his socks on and putting on his converse shoes, he dashed back to where Seto was standing. He seemed to be in a daze.

"So, did you like the food?" Brice smiled.

Seto blinked, turning around. "Yeah, it tasted pleasant."

His eyes lit up, "Great! Now, let's hurry up, we have to get to school."

Seto nodded as he followed the blond out the door and out of the house. He made sure to shut the door behind him as he shuffled his feet across the porch and down the three steps that led onto the pavement. He stood next to Brice, humming quietly while shoving his hands into his purple hoodie pocket. He was wearing the same outfit as the night before; a light purple hoodie, black jeans, and his galaxy vans. Brice smiled, throwing his protective arm around the brunet's shoulders once more. Seto's lips curved into a small smile as well, he could get use to living like this.

It was a couple minutes of silence before they arrived at the courtyard which led to the School of Creation. There were students buzzing outside of the school as they entered, voices loud, euphoriant, and yet grim at the same time. Seto's eyes turned a light shade of purple as he scanned the crowd, trying to find a trace of Kyle. All he could find was another Sorcerer, Sub, who had been walking alone towards the back of the crowd. His eyes went back to the bland color of chocolate brown.