It's 2 in the morning, and they're a rather sleepless bunch.
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But they've all gotten better.
Nobody's made happy when their peers can't sleep, but first things are first, and that's to check if anyone made the teen with the red blazer sleep on the couch.
It's a good indication as any when he flicks on the lights in the living room and no one screams, but even better when Seto sneaks down the hallways to stop in front of Shintaro's shared room; the one that bunks with him is 1., either too excited to sleep, 2., a heavy sleeper and incidentally knocked out - so Seto's visit won't see to any consequences.
And, 3., he could take advantage of the unlocked door and sneak in to see the main attraction on his day, an hour or two late, rather than just set his favors at the door and leave. He could, and let the main grasp for attention sleep.
He could do all that, but Seto feels terrible, he had called in an order in advance for the handful of girls (the ones who cared) that were due to specify what his cake looked and tasted like : how many candles they could makeshift stick in it without ruining the simple, commendable aesthetic of the cake.
He’d phoned in for flowers from the shop he ran until close, that he couldn’t nip his shift as this was the night they had to ship out their petering supply of flowers that ran very close to their shelf life.
The end of the month was a mad rush of sorts to be had, where he, a responsible and hard worker, pawned off all flowers (that he didn’t take home) for further profit.
Most of them, unbeknownst to his manager’s knowledge he took home any way, but it certainly didn’t drive their shop to ruin. It just so happened that he couldn’t take a whole glass case full of them home every other night, as he could get a little more ambitious with how much he hefted home --
when he was closing early over the weekends.
Nobody complained, except when they had to be thrown out. All good things had to go, and he’d blanked out after making those couple calls, up until around 11:30 that night -- when he paced and set his feet to go impatiently at the tile.
That half hour was longest, when he was sure everyone was winding down, - and an outgoing call at this hour from the shop’s landline would look suspicious anyway, - unless it was incoming from his manager, no one would be calling at this hour.
He would probably be interrogated the morning next why he tried answering a customer back at such a late hour, and that was that. Besides, some of the dan had probably drifted and were starting to fall into a deep sleep.
So he doesn’t leave the room, he doesn’t let the door slam but latch closed with a soft ‘clack’ and tiptoes over with a hastily newspaper wrapped parcel he slips under the bunk he knows is Kisaragi-kun’s, hovering briefly over the one adjacent to his bed where both their friend is asleep.
He lets out a breath of relief, tacking his tag, a note on it to let off who it’s from.
Who knows what kind of commotion might have lived to see the day, if their mutual calmer was awake with lights brightly renewed in his eyes. He doesn’t expect that kind of reaction from the ‘main marvel’ in regard at stake, so he refrains from jostling him just in case.
As if the flower pinned on like a corsage on the side of the box wouldn’t be a great giveaway, crouching down to secure a multicolored night light, poorly installed because someone bumped it just in between their beds. Seto sucks air in through his teeth and starts to tiptoe out of the room.
He nods to the recipient of his no-ends met deed, saluting as he leaves them and signals the numbers ‘1′ and ‘9′ with his ten fingers, as if sending him off with the blessings of the one more year he earned.
It’s not a big deal, but to some point they all want to grow up together, to wherever they get to see everyone around - they might see each other in sparse but if their lucky number seven is going to get ahead of the curb,
he might as well do it in style.
