There's nothing really interesting about Brice's living room, it looks pretty average to Seto. Despite the blond being a college student, his furniture is quite nice, along with the paintings he has on display. They appear to be handmade, which is perks the brunet's interest. He's not sure if Brice would be the type to paint modernly, but he's always got tricks up his sleeve.

Waiting for dinner that could potentially give him food poisoning is nerve wracking. Knowing Brice, Seto could anticipate some kind of fire happening, causing everyone in the apartment complex to evacuate. Truly, that would really be embarrassing (and cause a dent to your wallet). Vomiting over a toilet and being sick for the following weekend isn't really Seto's forte.

He sits back on the couch, but only to find Brice had finished making their dinner. Awfully fast; Seto anticipates something horrid. He heads into the kitchen to see that Brice had simply made some ramen noodles; the types you'd get in those packages at Walmart.

"I boiled eggs for the both of us," Brice smiles proudly to himself.

Seto laughs, "You're such a nerd."

"Come on, I said I'd cook something!"

The two head to the dining room and sat at the table, conversing about thoughts that came to their heads. Truly, Seto wouldn't want to spend his time with anyone else but him. Texting the wrong number is a blessing in disguise.