Toys and Run-Ins || Seto & Leon
Seto had never quite liked guns. For him, guns weren't ever associated with good things. They had even killed a fawn's mother in that one movie, right? Guns were horrible, and now he found himself surrounded by them.
The discomfort he felt was slightly alleviated by the children's laughs that accompanied the blank shots flashing around him, but also added to it, in a way. He felt rather uneasy as he passed through the "demon battle", and it was apparent by the hurried nature of his pace.
His mask wasn't helping, either, as it would slide down every once in a while and impair his vision. As soon as he fixed it, he'd find himself accidentally on the wrong end of a pistol before the child would apologize and charge back into battle. About the fifth time this happened, however, he found himself ramming into a person instead of the barrel of pistol.
"Ah, sorry, sorry." Seto apologized as he once more righted the oversized mask and glanced up at the person in front of him. Wait, wasn't he...?
"Oh, Leon!" Another regular from Ted's Talk, it seemed. "Sorry about that. All of this festival noise is a bit disorienting!" The excuse wasn't too far from the truth, right?