#v. & ˗ˏˋ UNKNOWN ˎˊ˗ ─ 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺; 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 .

[rosehearrt]

He’d arranged for all of it far in advance, gifts that would be send home alongside this month’s report on calorie consumption and educational progress - with the usual addition of updates on his magic skills as well. The finest red roses that he’d grown and pruned himself had been wrapped up with a matching ribbon in an immaculate bow ( and a small card attached ), and a Magestone he’d harvested from the Dwarf’s Mine with much effort and searching which he’d painstakingly used his own magic to fit to a beautiful ring he’d acquired at the Mystery Shop ( perhaps not high class enough to fit mother’s standards, though he didn’t have much money of his own at all, beyond what meager prize funds he’d been given for placing in competitions with Vorpal ), both casted with preservation and protection magic for their journey back to the Queendom of Roses. 

Mother never quite seemed to like his gifts very much, though certainly she’d dislike a lack of effort or thought even more. It was simply the way she was, and it helped him continue striving to be better in every way, even in this case  - where he made the extra effort to create an even grander gift than last year’s dish set. 

Of course it felt strange, to watch others prepare gifts without a sense of looming dread, or the feeling of pressure on one’s shoulders threatening chaos if perfection wasn’t delivered. Deuce had smiled so tenderly ( after his initial embarrassed flailing, of course ) when Riddle looked over his shoulder to see the card he was making by hand. And Cater had laughed with a lilt that spoke true sincerity as he showed off the slideshow he’d made of the past year’s holidays and different family occasions, complete with special effects and interesting transitions. Ace had acted put upon to be asked and given him a whole dramatic show about it, but even he’d proudly produced the crafty box he’d put together containing different compartments with different goodies, a magic trick his mother could open when he wasn’t there to show off for her himself.

And then there was Trey, everything about him warm, from his expression to his body language as he decorated his mother’s favorite lemon drizzle cakes. He’d told Riddle once, that even though they owned a bakery, it was still special to his mother to eat things made for her by her children. He remembered being puzzled by the notion. And to this day, he still was. For one’s mother to be happy to receive something no matter what it was, for the thought to mean so much more than the action. And for one’s child to prepare something without a pounding in their head or a tightness in their chest, or the stabbing ache of nerves in their stomach.

It was all quite curious. Deuce’s smile. Cater’s laugh. Ace’s pride. Trey’s warmth. Had the others unlocked some secret he was not yet privy to? How do I earn it, his heart had screamed the words all his life, perhaps before he’d even been born, needing her to keep breathing now the same as he did when they were physically attached those months she carried him inside of her. What must I do, it’d cried through a childhood where even right answers were wrong, when not even abiding the rules could always keep him safe, not when they changed like the weather to suit the one who set them. When will you love me?

The Overblot had been awful. It felt like something had been severed, sharp like a knife taken to their very connection. It’d felt like his head being yanked free from years of submersion underwater. Like realizing something he'd never wanted to understand.

It felt like clarity, and it felt like pain.

…Another year. Another Mother’s Day. Perhaps this one would be different. Perhaps he’d receive a smile: an embrace was too much to ask for, but an upturn of her lips, oh, it would make his poor heart soar, so starved for the approval he’d lived his life chasing like one of his hedgehogs running on their wheel. Passing by another poster reminding students of the holiday, and then another advertising the school’s mailing service, he tried to put it out of his mind. Perhaps a trip to the library would do the trick.

Riddle had always been good at lying to himself.

But truly, he did not much care for today.

#this can either be an open starter or a drabble idk #ANYWAY HAPPY RIDDLE DAY EVERYONE today is all about his trauma yayyyy c: #v. & ˗ˏˋ UNKNOWN ˎˊ˗ ─ 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺; 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 . #.*･｡ﾟ♕ ˗ˏˋ OPEN. ˎˊ˗ ─ 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴; 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘦 . #.*･｡ﾟ♕ ˗ˏˋ DRABBLE. ˎˊ˗ ─ 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 .

[rosehearrt]

They're a ten but they can't reach the height requirement. (Mal wouldn't really say this but I must.)

ACCEPTING ━ Send “They’re ’s a 10, but..”

Complete and utter despair. How could Malleus-senpai betray him like this; how could he be so cruel? Ah, he expected it from Leona-senpai, but not from him.

"Senpai...!! To say such things - please, refrain yourself!!"

#HOW MEAN OF U MALLEUS #THE BETRAYAL #v. & ˗ˏˋ UNKNOWN ˎˊ˗ ─ 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺; 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 . #.*･｡ﾟ♕ ˗ˏˋ ANSWERED. ˎˊ˗ ─ 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 . #fireandfae

[rosehearrt]

Serenades u with baby shark on the recorder 🦈🦈🦈🦈

"What is that infernal racket?"

#he isn't happy floyd stop it #raeso #tfw ur too confused to be angry #.*･｡ﾟ♕ ˗ˏˋ ANSWERED. ˎˊ˗ ─ 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 . #v. & ˗ˏˋ UNKNOWN ˎˊ˗ ─ 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺; 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 .

[rosehearrt]

Picks riddle up on his shoulders. Hey now, he tall.

"Wha— Senpai, put me down!!! What in the name of the seven are you doing???"

Almost at once, black gloved hands took to pounding on the other's head, though it seemed he hadn't accounted for the stability difficulties that would come with all of his frantic flailing. To avoid falling and hitting the ground, he took to grabbing tightly to sensitive ears instead, tugging harshly to steady himself.

"You brute, I almost fell!!!"

#kiingsroar #.*･｡ﾟ♕ ˗ˏˋ ANSWERED. ˎˊ˗ ─ 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 . #v. & ˗ˏˋ UNKNOWN ˎˊ˗ ─ 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺; 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 . #LEONA STOP THAT #UR UPSETTING HIM

[rosehearrt]

hes a 10, but his mother has GOT to go HJDKFHKJDHF

ACCEPTING ━ Send “They’re ’s a 10, but..”

Do not bring up his mother.

#hirudou #BAD CHOICE BAD CHOICE #.*･｡ﾟ♕ ˗ˏˋ ANSWERED. ˎˊ˗ ─ 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 . #v. & ˗ˏˋ UNKNOWN ˎˊ˗ ─ 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺; 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 .

[rosehearrt]

"Hmph." He does not, in fact, understand why there seems to be some universal romanticism regarding twins. Perhaps he is missing something. The twins in his orbit make him want to jump out of the nearest window. Especially now, as he watches them go at each other like children. "Ridiculous."

#v. & ˗ˏˋ UNKNOWN ˎˊ˗ ─ 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺; 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 . #.*･｡ﾟ♕ ˗ˏˋ DASH COMMENTARY. ˎˊ˗ ─ 𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘮𝘦 . #// LOUDLY CLOSES THE TWELTH NIGHT #HE RLLY SAID BLECH #THERE ARE TWINS FIGHTING ON MY DASH I COULDNT RESIST

[rosehearrt]

they’re a ten but they get mad when I swing their hand :(((((

ACCEPTING ━ Send “They’re ’s a 10, but..”

"FLOYD LEECH THIS IS THE LAST TIME I'M GOING TO TELL YOU, IT ISN'T ' HOLDING HANDS ' WHEN I DON'T WANT TO TOUCH YOU!!!!"

#raeso #.*･｡ﾟ♕ ˗ˏˋ ANSWERED. ˎˊ˗ ─ 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 . #v. & ˗ˏˋ UNKNOWN ˎˊ˗ ─ 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺; 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 . #FLOYD WHY U GOTTA BEHAVE LIKE THAT COME ON MAN

[rosehearrt]

 “They’re ’s a 10, but.. but they got major anger issues' // ruggie

ACCEPTING ━ Send “They’re ’s a 10, but..”

"I DO NOT."

Oops. Better get out of here fast Ruggie, or it'll be off with your head. He isn't in a particularly good mood to begin with.

#kaiibacorp #v. & ˗ˏˋ UNKNOWN ˎˊ˗ ─ 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺; 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 . #.*･｡ﾟ♕ ˗ˏˋ ANSWERED. ˎˊ˗ ─ 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 . #RUN RUGGIE RUN HES MAD

[rosehearrt]

"Don't suck in." Vil scolds as he's adjusting the lacing, loosening and tightening from the top, going down. "Hold it in place for me." This is the third time he's adjusted the corset; determined to get it just right. Hearing Riddle gasp the first time was enough for him to be extra mindful. Certainly, this isn't Riddle's first time and yet... "Don't let go until I tell you."

Tugging the corset lower just a touch, he checks the top of the corset once more to make sure his hand can fit inside to ensure there's enough space. "Now..." He begins pulling the lace, waiting to see if Riddle shows any signs of discomfort. When he doesn't, he pulls a little tighter and holds it in place to look over for any awkward spots. "You may let go. How does it feel? Any poking or needing fixing?'

“Y-Yes….” 

Releasing his breath in a whoosh of air, Riddle did his best to untense, though it was quite difficult. This was hardly his first time in a corset, though it was certainly his first time wearing one properly. His prior efforts had been rather unhealthy to say the least, far too tight and after he’d sucked in his breath…just as he was being scolded for now. It brought an ashamed flush to his cheeks…he knew there was no possible way one could simply know everything, but he disliked looking foolish in front of Vil-senpai. He wanted to garner his approval, to impress him, even, but it was hard. Vil-senpai was worldly in a way Riddle was most certainly not, and thus, he was almost always the teacher, and Riddle the student.

Speaking of, he let go as he was instructed, pondering the question he was asked for but a moment before dragging his fingertips carefully along the bones of the the accessory covering the length of his already rather slim waist. This was a good experiment, however - he already held rather good posture as a rule, but if this helped with it even more, he was more than willing to try it Vil-senpai’s way…though it was curious, to imagine one might not want it as tight as he’d done himself previously. 

“It feels fine. Thank you for your assistance.”

Turning, he looked himself over in Vil’s mirror. It wasn’t a bad look, though it was a bit embarrassing to be so underdressed. He wasn’t used to showing so much skin: one would be hard-pressed to find him ever even wearing short-sleeves. 

“You’re always giving me guidance, allowing me into your private spaces, hosting me for whatever trivial matter I seek you out for. And you're always kind to me regardless."

A small smile, something a bit self-deprecating. He questioned things a lot these days, much more than he had before his Overblot. Wondered whether it wasn't just his dorm mates putting up with him out of obligation; wondered if others had hidden resentments as well.

"I apologize - it must become tiresome, at times.”

#pomfiores #v. & ˗ˏˋ UNKNOWN ˎˊ˗ ─ 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺; 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 . #.*･｡ﾟ♕ ˗ˏˋ ANSWERED. ˎˊ˗ ─ 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 . #HE WORRIES SOMETIMES OK #HE DOESNT KNO IF ITS OK FOR HIM TO BE TAKIN PPLS TIME #not for personal stuff at least fdhbsjkjdgr he's fine w doing it for the sake of his dorm #and his rules #but for himself?? guilttttt he feels so guiltyyyy #BUT HE LOVES U VIL SENPAI THX FOR BEIN SO GOOD TO HIM

[rosehearrt]

cont. from x.

“W-Well I certainly do know that…!” 

Rushing to correct himself, Riddle shook his had rapidly, hands up and waving back and forth along with it to banish the notion. Vil-senpai didn’t use weaponry, and he was one of the most powerful and capable people that Riddle knew - and certainly not one to ever have an issue with his voice being heard. Epel, too, tended to draw attention when he wanted it - and when it wasn’t given freely, he demanded it until it was. And then there was Rook-senpai…

Pressing his lips together, Riddle breathed in deeply in an attempt to calm his quickly flustering self. His upperclassman didn’t sound upset, but he didn’t want him to think that there was any possibility he looked down on them regardless. After his Overblot…there were things he was starting to become more aware of, things such as how to pick out pieces of others that he admired in everyone in his academic sphere. Vil-senpai and Rook-senpai had existed as objects of that admiration since long before, of course, but now there were more people beginning to join that once-small group they were a part of in Riddle’s mind.

Even the underclassmen. Though he’d be caught dead before telling Ace such a thing. It would only inflate his ego, no doubt.

“…I cannot use weaponry myself. Aside from poor upper body strength, I’m afraid my affinity for magic and my prodigal nature in academics is all I have to offer.”

For a moment, he averted his gaze, instead moving his hand slightly to run a finger across the fletching of an arrow sticking out of the bag set down in front of them…though he was sure to listen closely regardless. “Vous avez beaucoup de talent.” You’re quite talented. “Votre travail acharné a porté ses fruits.” Your hard work has paid off.

It was nice to be able to brush up on his linguistics with another who was fluent; he was particularly fond of the french language and the way his tongue rolled to form the words as well. 

And it was also a good way to lighten the mood…he’d become aware of more than just things having to with admiration recently, after all…specifically, what a considerable percentage of the school seemed to feel about him, and the ways in which he was viewed by the majority of the students in his dorm. He knew all he’d done couldn’t be undone so quickly, but…he was trying to improve. And things like bringing negativity to interactions, being too uptight, saying the wrong thing at the wrong time in the wrong way…he wanted to fix it all. 

A compliment was always a good way to start, he’d learned, though perhaps his senpai would find it nice that it was said in his native tongue as well.

“I see it.”

Of course, once he was asked a question himself, Riddle perked up at once to send a quick reply, focusing intently on what’d previously been one of many things he’d quickly calculated and picked up on concerning their surroundings and the other’s actions. 

“…You’re merciful.”

A slight tilt of his head, and then Riddle reached up to tug a few strands of vibrant hair behind his ear, his focus moving once more to Rook-senpai, rather than his arrow. Lips tinted pink parted as he did so; considering. 

“I knew you were kind, Senpai, patient as well, for I have watched you in your treatment of your peers, and of your underclassmen, myself included. And you are friendly, even to those who disapprove of your nature and say severe things concerning it. But it seems I have indeed misunderstood the depths of your goodness.” 

What must it be like, to move through life in such a way? Riddle didn’t know if he could ever possibly manage to present himself quite as vulnerably. 

“…Is it difficult? To maintain those qualities?”

#villainouscharm #v. & ˗ˏˋ UNKNOWN ˎˊ˗ ─ 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺; 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 . #WE LOVE U ROOK SENPAI C RIES #THIS IS THE ROOK SENPAI FAN CLUB

[rosehearrt]

cont. from x.

“Well, I wouldn’t call myself impatient…”

Riddle flushed a color not dissimilar to the surrounding roses as his behavior was called out. The reality was that he was actually fully aware of his tendencies towards impatience, but he didn’t love the fact that Malleus-senpai saw them so completely. Despite the look of amusement on his face that was quite clearly soft enough not to warrant an explosion, he had to bite his tongue to keep from raising his hackles nonetheless. He also had to remind himself as loudly as his inner voice could, that this wasn't grounds for a fight.

He was a person Riddle admired - he encouraged him to be better than he was in a positive way. He was joking. He was not being malicious. Ultimately, he was able to reassure himself of that once the prince reassured him as well, the redhead’s shoulders slumping with a sigh, and the suspicion he hadn’t been aware he’d been showing melting from his expression.

“…I do like tea. Very much so, however…I have also not been anywhere beyond here and my own Queendom. There is much lived experience that I am lacking…Briar Valley is only one of the countless places I’m not quite sure I will ever have the opportunity to visit, though as it is where so many I hold in high regard hail from, I should at the very least like to experience what I can of it...even from afar.”

He cleared his throat.

“Perhaps that was a bit wordy. I meant to say, that it is…all the more exciting, to drink this tea, because it is special. It feels as though I shall be able to have the unique experience of tasting what you enjoyed back home. I am anticipating it with vigor.” 

There was nothing to be done about it now other than to be sincere, right? Though Riddle’s cheeks did darken further as the entire…ghost fiasco was inevitably brought up. 

“It was…more showy, than I should have liked. I tend to get caught up in things too often these days, it is a weakness I am coming to terms with. But were the situation less dire and my nerves less fried, I’d have preferred to exhibit a bit more grace. But I was glad, to help the others. Sebek is…loud, but I have come to be quite fond of him. He is respectful in and out of club meetings, and he’s surprisingly good with the horses.”

Riddle perked up as Malleus-senpai sat across from him, glad that at the very least he had seen the moment worthy of returning to the table. It could be so difficult to pick him apart at times…his intentions…the meanings behind his actions…he supposed he understood, these days, why some regarded the fae prince as a nearly mythological creature. He was ethereal in movement, almost dreamlike in the myriad of ways he contorted his expressions; the sculpted beauty of his features. But, for Riddle, lacking an understanding didn’t drive him away—rather, that mystique drew him in. Malleus-senpai had lived a long life…surely there was no end to the things he could teach him. Things which, perhaps, were beyond even mother’s scope of knowledge. 

“There…was much fire involved. And of course many different types of personalities clashing with each other, though we did well, all things considered. And what of you and Silver? Were you two able to remain safe during it all?”

#fireandfae #SORRY IT'S SO LONG I CRAI #v. & ˗ˏˋ UNKNOWN ˎˊ˗ ─ 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺; 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 . #riddle's an unapologetic simp for the ppl he admires u_u

[rosehearrt]

It was an arduous trial slinking in and out of the heartslabyul dorm without being subjected to the gallows of the headwarden’s condemning. with the tutelage of trey - senpai and a few solitary hours alone with a dangerous amount of flour and an oven at capacity he had managed to create some, vaguely fish shaped cookies, edible ones. if anyone had witnessed him slipping out of the dorm it would have been with one viced between his teeth. he’d left them in the centre of one of the dorms opulently mantled tables, he wonders if this time he will be rewarded with the reddening expression of ire or something even more amusing. 

Needless to say, the last thing Riddle expected to see upon returning from his study session in the library ( both surprisingly and suspiciously lacking one particular pest of an eel whose company became so frequent there ), was a bowl stacked full of misshapen cookies. He knew at once that it wasn’t Trey’s work…for his was far more…well, tidy. Professional, really, never a single bit of frosting out of place and never an oddly shaped edge or a burnt area. These were something else, and while Riddle may have stayed far away from them at any other time, he was quite hungry from all of his studying…that, and the small note stuck to the bowl caught his attention.

It was unseemly to look at something meant to be for another, but he figured the least he could do was read the name on the card, perhaps knock on the student’s door to deliver it himself on his way upstairs. It was when he saw his own name - or, rather, an all-too-familiar nickname scrawled in bright blue ink that the shock hit him like a train run off of its tracks. 

“What on earth…?!”

A million things ran through his head in that moment: how was Floyd able to get into Heartslabyul unnoticed, why would he give him a gift like this, what was the meaning of handing off something you spent time and effort on to someone else, was there poison involved, etc. But all he ended up really doing was working himself up into a tizzy trying to figure out the answer to something that likely didn’t even have a straight forward one in the first place. 

Come to think of it, how often did he ever just receive gifts for no reason…? Slowly, he picked up a cookie, staring into its droopy frosted eye, before taking a small bite.

Something in his chest grew tight.

“…It’s salty…”

Riddle continued to chew, his free hand holding the note and hanging at his side. It was salty indeed…but the time and effort that’d been put into it was clear. Ah, he’d have to think of a suitable gift in return…

#raeso #v. & ˗ˏˋ UNKNOWN ˎˊ˗ ─ 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺; 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 . #.*･｡ﾟ♕ ˗ˏˋ ANSWERED. ˎˊ˗ ─ 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 . #CUTEEEE THIS IS TOO CUTE FOR MEEEEE #HES TOUCHED

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the pool is actually quite nice-- he thinks. as he lounges on what he would consider a mock shore. though it's beach has no sand, and the water smells of chlorine. he is partially submerged in the shallowest stretch of water. " take all the time you need. " he hums, watching riddle. who is currently standing in water that's just up to his knees. maybe, were anyone else, he would of made a joke about how silly it was. but for riddle's sake, and his own, he bites his tongue.

" though, if you come out a little further, i can help better. " rolling some, tail shifting to push him out until he can properly float. ducking below the surface, only to pop up again a few feet away. both hands still able to touch the bottom, though without much difficulty. " we can stay within four to five feet today, how does that sound?"

Riddle’s expression fluctuated between suspicion and uncertainty. It wasn’t that he was frightened of water, per say, nor that he lacked the understanding of how the physics involved with swimming worked, but it was all very new. Needless to say, mother had never let him near any large body of water whatsoever, what was inside of his head far more important to her. She also hadn’t wanted him developing any ‘ unsightly ’ muscles - his body always had to remain just so in order to be able to secure the best possible marriage prospects in the future. But now, here he was, seventeen-years-old and unable to swim. And…well…that fact made it so that he could potentially get himself into grave danger for something easily remedied. Thus, he’d decided to remedy it. Well - actually, Jade had, but still. Riddle had agreed to it.

Because as much as the eel grated on his nerves, and as much as the redhead couldn’t always discern what sort of intentions he had, he did enjoy Jade, and he very much enjoyed their highly intellectual conversations. It was nice, having a classmate who always volunteered to hand out papers with him, who was his go-to for projects, and who was always able to keep up with him when discussing lectures or reading materials. Jade was on a similar level intellectually, in short, and it made him both easy and pleasant to talk to. He wasn’t sure whether or not he trusted the eel, but…he supposed he had to, on some level in order to agree to this.

Though now that they were actually at the pool, he wasn’t entirely sure. The water wasn’t terribly cold around his knees, but he knew the moment he got in that he’d be completely vulnerable, and he didn’t do well with that sort of thing. In fact, he was so overtaken by his anxiety at the moment that he didn’t even have it in him to get excited over the prospect of seeing Jade in his eel form and the idea that he may get to ask questions about it. He was stuck in his own head, staring down at the water, where his distorted reflection stared back at him. 

“…I’m not certain that I’m ready for even that much.”

It was a difficult thing to admit, but it was either vulnerability in the way that could potentially endanger his life, or vulnerability that could embarrass him, so the correct choice was fairly clear.

“You seem rather chipper. Back in your element?”

For now, perhaps a change of subject, and more of a focus on Jade and his behavior would do him some good. So, he attempted to lean into his curiosities more, his arms crossed. He could manage to sit here, right where he was, so slowly he lowered himself. It didn’t help with the slight chill that went through him upon being half-in and half-out, but that was alright.

“I suppose you must miss the ocean at times. You and Floyd both speak so fondly of it.”

#hirudou #v. & ˗ˏˋ UNKNOWN ˎˊ˗ ─ 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺; 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 . #.*･｡ﾟ♕ ˗ˏˋ ANSWERED. ˎˊ˗ ─ 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 . #he scareddddd #water scaryyyy

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" i have done absolutely nothing wrong. ever. "

This warrants no response.

#come on jade he's never heard such bull in his entire life #hirudou #v. & ˗ˏˋ UNKNOWN ˎˊ˗ ─ 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺; 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 . #.*･｡ﾟ♕ ˗ˏˋ ANSWERED. ˎˊ˗ ─ 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 . #.*･｡ﾟ♕ ˗ˏˋ CRACK. ˎˊ˗ ─ 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 .

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hovers his hand above riddle's head while he's on leona's shoulders " wowwww, gold fishie is pretty tall now huh ???" i guess they're both going on riddle's chopping block today.

"Get AWAY from me, Floyd!!!"

His already rather small amount of patience continues to grow ever smaller. As that hand continued hovering above his head, he did indeed consider the retribution he might receive for biting through it. It seemed to be Floyd's lucky day - he didn't quite like the taste of eel, though if he was going to continue being such an utter menace today, couldn't he at least help him get down? Ah, Riddle just might be going on quite the rampage later today...but for now, Floyd didn't have to know he wouldn't be taking his hand off at the wrist.

"Move that hand at once or you may just lose it!!!"

#raeso #v. & ˗ˏˋ UNKNOWN ˎˊ˗ ─ 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺; 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 . #.*･｡ﾟ♕ ˗ˏˋ ANSWERED. ˎˊ˗ ─ 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 . #floyd. my dude. ENOUGH ALREADY. #IM SCREAMING

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"They're a 10 but they need to practice their posture in heels." love u, riddle. kees. won't go for his jugular quite yet, there's more fitting targets who deserve it.

ACCEPTING ━ Send “They’re ’s a 10, but..”

"I'm quite good now, I'll have you know! I wear these every day, how could you possibly find me lacking at this stage?? My posture is perfect!!"

Ah, what a blow. After being the one to teach him in the first place, and after all of his endless practicing, Vil-senpai still disapproved? When will this nightmare end??!!

#pomfiores #v. & ˗ˏˋ UNKNOWN ˎˊ˗ ─ 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺; 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 . #.*･｡ﾟ♕ ˗ˏˋ ANSWERED. ˎˊ˗ ─ 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 . #EXCUSE THE POUTING SENPAI BUT HES WORKED HIS ASS OFF #NO MORE CRITIQUES HES A GOOD BOY #HE WORKS HARD TO IMPRESS U