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Yami rubbed the back of his head then muttered softly, "A few blocks from my apartment." he said then turned around to see his sitting infront of a bakery. The sweet smell of rolls made him want to get up and see what was being made. He went back to speaking, "Infront of some bakery..." he slowly stood up, placing his phone against his shoulder, tilting his head to keep the phone in place, brushing hismelf off.

A sigh escaped the males lip before resting his head against the closest street sign. He sighed and searched his pocket for the song. Once he foudn the folded paper, he carefully unfolded it, smoothing out any creases. He studied his words, humming slightily the tune stuck in his head before mouth the words. He realized how foolished he would look so he quickly stuffed the paper back in his pocket before leaning his head back into the pole.

Yami winced at the roaring noise of the bike but walked over. He seemed a bit confused, "I almost forgot you owned a bike." he said before gripping Seto's hips from behind so he could have somethign to take hold of when he got on. He felt hismelf blsuhing slightily before kicking one leg over. Since he had such short legs, it was difficult to stay still without the feeling of tipping ovr. He was almost too scared to let his foot leave the floor.He found himself pressing the side of his face into Seto's back as he held onto dear life before lifting his leg from the ground. He peeked one eye open to see he wasn't tipping over. Luckily the kick stand held the two of them up.

Yami gripped Seto tightily, ready to squeeze him to death, "wha!" He turned to his left and if he wanted to, he coudl reach out and touch the street with ease. This, was now freaking the male out.

And the speed wasn't a nice walk in the park. His hair blew crazily in the wind. He couldn't even keep his eyes open without blinkign from the sharp wind.

Yami peeked over to see if they were nearing the reording building, which was also their meeting spot. He was ready to get off, feeling himself ready to kneel over. Even when they stopped, Yami wasn't goign to let go. Until he heard it from Seto's own words, "It's okay, you can let go now." Until then, yami was going to hold on to dear life.

Yami blinked and quickly let go, blushing and even turning more of a crimson color at the new nickname. He grumpily stepped down and hopped off. His leg didn't esactly make it over the motorcycle, almost falling over, but he hoped a step farther out so his foot could get over. He fixed his hair a bit, "I would watch what you're saying. Call me that and i'll make sure you regret-"

His attention turned to his pocket, "Ah! I stayed up last night writing this" he held out the paper with curious eyes, "Well?"

Yami's eyes widened then squinted into a glare. He snatched the paper from him, "Give me that!" he muttered then placed a finger right up in Seto's face, yet it wasn't right up in his face since he wasn't tall enough to do so. He snarled, "How can you not just appreciate such artwork?" he asked then put the paper back. Who was he thinking about.

Yami was cut off. He was ready to throw some more remarks, but stopped, with the loss of words. He stared at Seto for a moment searching Seto's eyes if he was joking or not, but he wasn't lying. But he wasn't going to just soften up, and with him staring up at Seto might have made an akward moment. He just turned on his heels, and headed inside the studio building, casually before clicking the elevator button.