Silver in the Crowd || Seto & Hope
Giving Seto an ornate mask and telling him there was a festival going on was probably not the best idea in the world.
Just as the teen had just begun to tire of the new world around him, he felt a renewed energy course through him the morning after receiving the accessory. It didn’t matter what time they had woken him up, or how the mask wasn’t quite fit for his face and kept sliding down. The town was alive with celebration, and so he was too.
He had pretty much gone with the flow of the crowd ever since he had left the house that morning, and so now he found himself traveling towards the wall for some sort of "song". Though Seto was still really unsure when it came to tradition in Thalassia, some seemed rather zealous about the act, and so he decided he'd tag along.
As they began to skirt by the Military District, however, the teen spotted a head of familiar silver hair among the masked faces of the crowd. Weaving through the mass of bodies carefully, he approached the man he had seen many a time at Ted's Talk.
"Ah, Hope? Is that you?" he called as he came closer. He tipped up his mask a bit in order to hopefully get a better look at him, just in case.