[ after he leaves, seto goes to mokuba's room to make sure he's eaten (he has, a burger with fries and a slice of chocolate cake) and to tell him goodnight. then he returns to his own room — not the office from before, but his bedroom — and dresses down for the evening, exchanging his dark sweater and slacks for cotton pajamas. he spares a few minuets to watch the world outside his room, feeling the strange sense of deja-vu he always does when he thinks too long on that year he was trapped inside his own body, inside his own head, left to sit for long hours in front of these very windows.
it hasn't quite been two years since he woke up, has it?
when he gets into bed, he doesn't immediately lie down to sleep. it's not just that he's feeling restless, but sleep never comes to him all that easily. it never has, not since they were sent away from their family.
he's dozing, not quite thinking about anything, when he hears the sound of the door opening. the gauzy veil of sleep is immediately lifted from over his head, but he's still too shocked by his presence to remember to be rude. seto squints toward the silver of light bisecting his room. ]
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it hasn't quite been two years since he woke up, has it?
when he gets into bed, he doesn't immediately lie down to sleep. it's not just that he's feeling restless, but sleep never comes to him all that easily. it never has, not since they were sent away from their family.
he's dozing, not quite thinking about anything, when he hears the sound of the door opening. the gauzy veil of sleep is immediately lifted from over his head, but he's still too shocked by his presence to remember to be rude. seto squints toward the silver of light bisecting his room. ]
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