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🌲 Tree Decorating | Deuce Spade x Epel Felmier

>> requested: a little >> a/n: merry christmas @luminessdoodles !! it was very fun being your secret santa for @twstedsecretsanta

>> masterlist: here!! >> summary: deuce and epel decorate for christmas >> reader prns: none >> warning(s): slight misunderstanding; i feel like i got some stuff mischaracterized..

Standing in front of the stove with an apron still on from previous cookie baking, Deuce stirred the milk for hot cocoa. Epel was fluttering about in the other room, finishing with the decorations for the tree. The shorter of the two really had no true care for the ornaments that were put on the tree, nor did he care about how they were arranged; but Deuce did, so he did it for his boyfriend instead of leaving the room bare.

“Epel, what do you want in your cocoa?” Deuce called out from the kitchen.

“Some marshmallows ‘nd a candy cane,” was his answer.

“Alright!” came the extraordinarily simple response.

Epel was uncharacteristically glad that Deuce was there with him during the holidays. Epel was generally glad that Deuce was there with him, period. But, that didn’t really mean much anyway. Of course, nothing could ever beat the sled racing back at his home at the Village of Harvest. But there was something so different, so utterly magical, about spending the holidays alone with his boyfriend that he couldn’t help but place this experience above all of the others.

He stepped back from the tree for a moment to look at the beauty he had somehow created. But when he did, he became very annoyed with the fact that the star still wasn’t at the top of the tree. He was also acutely aware of the fact that the bottom half was much more abundant with the decorations than the top half. Epel began to groan, annoyed with how the tree seemed to get uglier and uglier every passing second he looked at it, only to be pulled away and pecked on the lips by Deuce. Unfortunately, that also meant he accidentally got flour onto his clothes from their previous chocolate chip cookie baking.

“Eww…” Epel cringed, pulling back from the embrace, looking down at the flour that had gotten all over his sweater.

But, Deuce didn’t see the almost obvious gesture that Epel had made with his body when he looked down at the sweater. So, he was unsure if his boyfriends displeasure, and couldn’t tell if the groaning was aimed at the kiss or if it was about the flour that he got all over Epel’s clothes. But instead of saying something, he just got a little pouty. Unluckily enough for Deuce, Epel could spot the smallest changes in his emotions. That’s what happened after a while of them dating, and Deuce still didn’t know how Epel managed to pull it off.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, pulling Deuce’s face down to meet his eye level.

“Nothing,” Deuce answered, trying not to overthink about it.

“You’re gonna tell me what’s wrong,” Epel said, his accent laying thickly on top of his words.

“Epel, I’m sure it’s nothing, please.��

“Deuce, darlin’,” he said, the frown that covered his lips grew deeper.

“I’m just…” Deuce paused, the look on his face turned into one of sheepishness. “I’m just worried that you were saying ew at me.”

“What?!” a deep crease between Epel’s eyebrows formed. “Why would you ever think I’d say somethin’ like that to ya?”

“Maybe because after I hugged you, you mumbled ‘ew’?” Deuce said, suggesting that scenario to his boyfriend.

“Ah,” the dumbfounded look cleared almost instantly from Epel’s face.

A thick layer of awkwardness permeated the air as the two stared at each other, both of their faces heating up ever so slightly in embarrassment.

“I– uh– I didn’... I didn’t mean to make ya feel like I meant it towards you,” Epel said, exasperated with himself. “I kinda meant it about the flour.”

“Oh!” Deuce’s face started to heat up even more than it did before, if that was even possible. He forgot completely about the flour-covered apron he was wearing. “Oh.”

Almost immediately, he turned around and walked back to the kitchen, completely embarrassed with himself.

“Your uh, your cocoa is ready, by the way.” Deuce’s voice traveled from the kitchen, but he didn’t dare turn around since his face was still a bright shade of red.

But, he didn’t need to call Epel, since the purple-haired boy was almost right behind him, following on his heels.

“Deuce,” Epel’s voice wasn’t demanding, the soft undertones in his tone of voice wouldn’t let it seem like that. “Look at me.”

The taller of the two turned around, and looked Epel in the eyes. “I’m sorry for being such an idi–”

“Shush.” Epel shut down Deuce’s antics almost immediately. “It’s my fault.”

“But–”

“I should have been more clear with my words, and I’ll do that next time,” Epel said. “Alright?”

There was a pause that felt like forever–when in reality it only lasted a second or two–in between Epel’s question and Deuce’s answer. “Alright.”

“Good.” Epel said, squeezing Deuce’s hand. “Now, let’s go sit down and watch a movie or somethin’, I’m tired after puttin’ up all them decorations.”

Deuce only chuckled in response. Grabbing the two mugs, he followed Epel back into the living room. He set them down on the coasters that Epel laid out for them and went to sit down, but was stopped by him.

“Aht,” Epel said, and one of Deuce’s eyebrows raised in confusion. “Take off the apron.”

“Oh shit–” Deuce said, rolling his eyes at himself for how stupid that he was acting. Untying the back strings, he took the fabric off of his head and placed it on the counter, leaving it to be dealt with later. “Okay, is that better?”

Epel looked over at him from his spot on the couch. “Do a twirl.”

Deuce gave him an unamused look but did it anyway, which earned a quiet giggle from his boyfriend. “Am I clear to sit on the couch, sir?”

“I suppose you are allowed to sit on the fabric throne,” Epel said, putting on the most fake posh accent he could muster to match Deuce’s mock accent as well. “But do not sit too far upon it, lest you ruin the material.”

And totally opposite of Epels fake instructions, Deuce sat down on the couch harshly, before sprawling out all over him in a teasing manner. “Is this too far, Epel?”

“Not even close.” Epel laughed and rolled over on the couch, which caused Deuce to fall onto the floor.

Now, the both of them were laughing together, but whether it was at the predicament they were in or at each other, they couldn’t tell you even if they wanted to.

Taking a cookie from the platter on the coffee table, Deuce shoved it into Epels mouth, causing his eyes to light up.

“These are actually really good," he said after he took the cookie out of his mouth. “Here, try some!”

It was now Deuce’s turn to get a cookie shoved into his mouth. After he took a bite of Epel’s cookie, he hummed in agreement with a smile on his lips. “They are.”

“Deuce,” Epel said, the corner of his mouth curling upward. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas to you too, Epel.” Deuce said, the sentimental feelings that Epel radiated grew to affect him as well. “I don’t think this Christmas could get any better even if I tried.”

“I think so, too.”

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Day 2 (September 24) - Hedgehogs/Tarts

The stone path of Night Raven College's Main Street gets covered in fall’s many colored leafs from the trees around them as many students walk alongside each other in a fun little swarm of waves of bodies like groups of fish or animals going in one direction.

In the near front of the flow of people are the Heartslabyul’s Dorm Leader, Riddle Rosehearts, and Octavinelle’s Dorm Leader, Azul Ashengrotto, walking along side heads held high as they stride confidently while the glasses wearing fellow talking the shorter one’s ear off.

The two pause some as they glance back over their shoulders and stare at the two main goofballs of the basketball team, Ace Trappola and Floyd Leech, goof around and joking loudly or at least for the Eel’s case chasing him and other students about in crazy laughter of amusement.

Riddle sighs and turns away, deciding to walk a bit faster to avoid the scene and the possibilities Floyd would do when seeing him this early in the morning and he’s obviously manic glee of laughter that hints what he may do.

Ace witnessed his dorm head walk farther away from him and kind of pout, pouting for the fact of watching the red head wander off. Though, he can’t quite figure out why that upsets him—

“Hey hey Crabby~ Come by the Mostro Lounge this weekend~” Cheered Floyd, his long arms gripping him harshly around his shoulders as his long legs cause the two to be forced to stare at the awkward stance between them.

Ace blinks and stares at him, “Eh?” He sputtered out, confused, “Why? You rarely try to promote the Lounge unless Azul gets on your tail.”

The taller male laughs out, “We have a special discount for this weekend since Azul has special plans for the place. Lots of extra yummy yummy foods, cool drinks, all you can eat and drink and good music if you come visit with a party more than one~” His voice sounded more like a cheer of sorts than bragging, his smile dopey and toothy as usual as he giggles softly at the end of his conversation. “Huh, so you’re just trying to promote the place. So, what? I just need to go?” Floyd nods a lot. “Mhm mhm!” He hummed, “Sea snake even agreed to come this weekend with Sea Otter~”

Huh, so Jamil-Senpai and Kalim-Senpai are going too… Thought Ace as he pondered some of the ideas.

He grinned and turned up to the older, “Yeah, I promise I’ll come over!”

Floyd threw his hands up and cheered, “YAAYYY~!” He then jogged off in a sprint to catch his lookalike twin ahead of him while giggling up a storm.

Ace chuckled some as he watched that and started to pick up pace as well to hurry to class.

A discount of the Mostro Lounge, all you can eat and drink for a party of more than two? Sounds like a deal! I bet Deuce is willing to go if I ask nice enough!

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“I’m sorry Ace, but I can’t go hang out with you this weekend, I have plans.”

Ace stared at his friend shocked and followed him down the hall after Potions Class. “You have plans? Come on, what’s more important than food I’ll pay for??” He asked, frustrated his original plan failed.

The dark haired card soldier sighs, “Since his mum’s birthday is coming up, we're going to do some shopping in town and then hang out.”

Red eyes stare at him curiously, a smirk slowly stretching across his lips, “Eeh~? You and Epel going out alone~?”

Deuce’s face turned bright pink in an instant and he eagerly began to wave his arms about in protest. “No no no!” He shouts, “Nothing like that! We’re just hanging out as friends!” Ace laughs aloud in response and follows him around the corner as they get to the stairway up, “How about I treat you and Epel for dinner? I’m fine being a third wheel with you two.” “I-It’s not like that! Plus, we kind of wanted to just be ourselves.”

Deuce’s face flush more with Ace’s knowing smirk and hurried in front of him to get to their dorm mirror faster, leaving the ginger in the dust to look for another person to convince to go with for a night.

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“Sorry, can’t. I promised Sebek, Silver-Senpai to repair the Equestrian Club’s stables.” Said Jack as he walked to the field, Ace not far behind him trying to catch up and pitch the idea more, “Oh come on man, it’s free food! You can help the stables at a different time.”

The wolf-man sighs and rubs his thick neck some, his voice soft yet apologetic, “I’m sorry but I really can’t. Sebek would have my ear if I go back on a promise.” Ace pouts and watches as his friend waves him goodbye and goes to the field for some training, not like he would need it thanks to his whole athletic history, once again leaving him alone to think of a new buddy to hang out with.

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Ortho shakes his head, “No can do. I have a date this weekend.”

Ace sputtered and nearly shouted in the library they are currently in talking as fellow freshmen, “Huh?? You have a date Ortho? Since when!?”

The robot boy giggles and begins to float away, causing Ace to follow in a hurry, his golden technology based eyes look ahead yet they show he may be smiling under his lower face mask, “I think the answer to that question is for me to know and you to find out. I apologize, really I do, but I can’t think of anything you can say that can make me cancel my date.”

After that was said, Ortho went right to his big brother’s, Idia’s, side and once more Ace was left behind dumbfounded and utterly desperate at this point.

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“And no one has free time simply for a weekend where we have a discount of arguably great food and drinks which I’m still paying for, so please I beg of you two to PLEASE go with me!”

In all of Ace’s thoughts of trial and errors he always swore up and down and in a loopty loop around that he will never beg in any form of ways, no matter how desperate he became his pride would never dare flatten thanks to that.

Yet here he was at the Heartslabyul kitchen pleading for his third years of seniors to spend the weekend with him at the Mostro Lounge.

Trey stops kneading the dough he has spreading and stretching in his hand and looks at his trouble making and trouble loving underclassman and gives way an apologetic smile as his soft voice speaks, “As much as I would love to help you usually, sadly though I can’t this weekend. I’m helping out at the Lounge.” The words shocked Ace even more and he shot his head up, eyes staring deep into his frame, “EH?! You’ve got to be kidding me!”

While his mouth flaps like a fish in a tank, Cater raised a hand and spoke with a small giggle, “Before you ask me, I too am helping this weekend. Azul-Chan wanted me to post pictures and videos of the day. Sorry Ace-Chan~”

Ace puts his head on the cold white tile counter tops of the kitchen with a harsh and long drawn sigh, ready to accept defeat unless some miracle happens—

“How about you ask Riddle? His club is closed until the stables are fixed up so I think he would appreciate the gesture.”

Okay he may be desperate but he isn’t THAT desperate to go out for a weekend not alone right?

The card soldier lifts his head up and stares at Trey confused and slightly frustrated. “Me? Ask Dorm head Riddle? To hang out? No way in Hell!” He proclaims, sitting up and crossing his arms behind his head in a harsh eyebrow knit as he tries to go down the list of people he can freely invite mentally.

Alas it was in vain as he recalls every single person’s plans for the evening in question and sighed out again, “He won’t agree to a unprompted hang-out at the Mostro Lounge…” He pouted more at Cater’s small giggle of “Who knows? Maybe he will~” as if he already knows so confidently.

He mentally weighs his two options; Don’t go and never see this deal again and risk the possibility of Floyd Leech taking offense on it or go get the discounted all you can eat and drink for a night with Riddle Rosehearts.

He thought long and hard until his feet his the tile floor in a stomp as he let out a frustrating sigh/groan as he went out of the kitchen.

Behind in his wake Trey and Cater giggle to themselves, Cater being the one to speak up first, “You’re mean Trey-kun, Riddle will have your head regardless of your friendship with him if he finds out you’re trying to convince poor Ace-chan to take him out for a night~” Trey laughs some in return, “Come on, you saw the connection right? It would’ve taken a lot longer for them to talk about anything, forget the possibility they met before when they were kids and before who we care for today. This would be good for both of them.”

Cater pouts his lip out, fingers locked together as his chin rests above them like a weird as he rests his elbows on the counter top, “Poor poor Ace-chan and Riddle-San, being tricked and led astray by their dear protector Trey-kun~ Boo~ Hoo~” Trey chuckles at the look and leans forward, giving the orange haired cutie a peck on the lips, in which Cater happily and eagerly accepted right away.

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After much thought the night prior, and the mental clock ticking down on the decision, Ace made up his mind and decided to be a man about his choices the moment he woke up.

He was going to ask Riddle to hang out and if he rejects the offer then he’ll sadly give up.

Now led to the surprisingly harder part, thinking of how to convince Riddle Rosehearts - Heartslabyul’s well respected and strong and wise dorm prefect with one of the best test scores in the entire school and was previously dubbed “The Red Tyrant” - to do a simple hang-out with him of all people to a place he isn’t that fond over.

As he brushes his teeth, ate breakfast, did classes, and wandered the school and dorm he thought hard on his words of how to sway his dorm leader in such an odd out of left field request.

And so when he finally decided on it right when school ended and everyone began to move forth to their club activities or after school plans Ace Trappola went right for the main hall of the school and approached Riddle.

“Dorm head!” He called out as he jogs over, mentally calling a sigh of relief when seeing the red head stop walking for a second and turn to the familiar voice. Tossing him a questioning look he opened his plush lips, “Yes?”

Ace finished walking until he’s in front of the shorter of the two and took a breath in before he turned into a sigh out, then he opened his mouth and started with the quarry how he planned it from the beginning, “Do you have plans this weekend?”

Riddle blinks some and stares at him, still very confused but now also curious. “Uh, not really plans, why?” He answered back, eyebrow raised ever so slightly. Ace nodded and continued, “Well Floyd-senpai was telling me the Mostro Lounge was doing a fun discount this weekend and I figured it’d be fun if we can go and enjoy this chance together.” “Huh?” “I mean, we really haven’t been on the right side of things for a while now, right? So I thought this would be great for us to hang out and get to know each other better and enjoy whatever the Mostro Lounge has to offer.” Riddle’s eyebrows knitted down some, mouth twisting in a firm strong thin line as he looked off slowly as if in deep thought.

Sweat began to pool and tickle off Ace’s brow as he kept his charming smile on his face, pushing the temping urge to drop it and chew the inside of his cheek as his eyes pleaded internally to control Riddle’s mind to say yes.

Come on, Thought he, Say yes say yes!

“Hmm… alright.”

“Eh?”

The two look at each other, both equally confused for the other judging by the faces they have.

“I said yes. I think it will be fine.” Said Riddle, his red locks bouncing some as he nods softly.

Ace smiles and holds a sigh of relief. “Awesome!” He couldn’t help but cheer ever slightly in his voice, Riddle for a moment jumping back small steps from the outburst, “I’ll swing by your dorm and pick you up tomorrow at 7, yeah?” Riddle sputtered some, eyes darting around and blink rapidly, “Uh-Um-Y-Yeah-” “Cool, see you then Dorm head!”

And with that Ace jogged off with a wave and smile on his face, leaving Riddle confused but in a strange unknown way…happy.

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Ace runs his fingers through his thick mess of Autumn red hair as he looks at his bedroom mirror’s reflection. Once that hand was done he used the other to fix his tie and rub his face with some scented oil of vanilla pumpkin spice just behind the ears and some on his neck.

“Did you find a date or something?” Deuce asked from behind him, sitting on his bed putting shoes on his feet as he’s wearing a casual look rather than his school uniform as Ace is wearing.

Ace rolls his eyes and answers back while squirting lotion on his hands, “I’m not going on a date. I found someone who’s willing to hang out with me today. I just rather look nice regardless of who this person is, even if it’s Kalim’s ol’ man.” Deuce stands and stretches his neck left to right as he slips on his deep blue track and field club jacket over his white tee shirt while Ace straightens any wrinkles on his clothes.

Meanwhile all the way down the halls of decor and beautiful wallpaper, just behind the grand large golden door in the West Wing, Riddle grooms his hair and sprays light perfume on his small neck.

Behind him sitting on his large plush bed is Cater who’s texting on his phone and giggling a hum at the display, “I’m guessing you’re excited for your date?”

Blush burst into thin cheeks as Riddle whipped his head around and stared at his friend with widened eyes and a crack of his voice, “No-!” He clears his throat fast before going further with a somewhat softer tone, “I mean, it isn’t a date. Just a hang-out between dorm members. I am the Housewarden of Heartslabyul as well as the only son of the Rosehearts family name, it is my duty and best interest to be well groomed for any occasion.”

“Mmmhm sure~ And the fact it’s Ace-chan doesn’t make it different~?”

“And why would it-”

“Oh Cater, my dearest friend, I don’t know what to do~” Cater flops back on the bed in a dramatic way, hand clutching his chest as he faux a tearful face, “Trappola is just too… too… too crazy to be in Heartslabyul! Always coming back with a messy shirt and that charming rebellion smile… Him and his…handsome rugged face- OW!” The ginger sits up fast after Riddle chucked a chair pillow at him rather harshly right in the face, causing him to drop his phone into the crimson covers.

Just then the door knocks.

Riddle shoots Cater a glare before he goes and answers the door, taking a quick breath to calm down the heat on his face before he opens the door fully to show Ace standing there calm and oblivious of what happened a few seconds ago.

“Hey, you ready dorm leader?”

“Yes, I am.”

The two stepped further into the hall, the shorter shutting the door behind him, and walked out of the wing side by side doing some small talk.

So, my first time alone with him…

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The Mostro Lounge was buzzing as it normally is on a typical night, maybe imply more due to openly voicing a discount and all you can eat and drink entertainment for a part of plus, the lights were perfectly dimmed just enough for people to see and the tanks of water and beautiful things within have this amazing glow, the music was a nice calming jazz to get you in a relaxing yet entertained mood even for those not fancying jazz, and the scents of food and other scents was just a nice touch of craving what is to come.

The two Heartslabyul students stare around the place, taking in on the vibe just enough to remember the place and still get impressed by the scene before them.

As they stood there in slight awe and awkward silence, a figure loomed behind them.

“Good evening gentlemen. May I take you to your seats?”

The both nearly jump out of their skin as they turn around and see Jade standing there with a large amusing grin on his face, mismatching eyes having this rather odd gleeful gleam of pleasure upon seeing such surprised faces. Clearing his throat and finding his voice, Ace stood up straight as if that’ll ease the obvious height difference of the Leech and him, “Y..Yeah. A table for two please.” Jade eyes the pair for a meter second before his smile grows bigger as he nods. “Yes,” He said, his voice almost sounding knowing despite shouldn’t have known– “We have a perfect table for two, if you shall follow me.”

It’s funny, with how he said it, it sounded like it was a choice.

Despite the slight tinge of hesitation of the idea of following him, the pair followed after the tallest of the three across the restaurant’s large space of tables and guests, earring accidentally catching conversations they most likely wouldn’t have heard prior of tonight, until they were reached to a table booth besides the biggest tank and farthest from the rest of the guests.

Ace glanced around some, nodding as Jade left them be with the thick menus on the white cloth of the table. Okay, be good Ace He warned his mind, acting fast to pull out a chair for Riddle.

The prefect blink at the gesture before slowly sinking his small frame on the chair, still making a slight noise as he gets pushed in gently and watching Ace run around the table before sitting on the other slide of the booth, giving just enough space to call it a distance or if they somehow desire to move seats.

Suddenly, Cater’s teasing came to the poor second year’s head. Riddle silently shook his head to get the very thought out of it and not dare amuse it further, a hand grabbing hold of a menu to distract. Ace copied forth and took the second.

“Whoa! There’s so many drinks!” He cried out, eyes widened at all the names and pictures he scanned through as if somehow it would be in his History test on Monday. Riddle blinked as he scanned the glossy surface as his lips mumbled out the words of same astonishment, “Indeed, this really must be a big occasion than.” Ace glanced up from the menu to his dorm leader, ready to open his mouth to speak up when he froze instead. Call him crazy but, did Riddle’s eyes make his chest tighten just now? Shaking his head he spoke while eyes glued to the menu again, “I say we order everything and try them out since we might not try a lot of them again any time soon.” Come on brain shut up, you’re crazy! Riddle hummed in response, “I suppose we can do that.”

As if sensing the conversation, Jade appeared again with a digitable tablet in hand and an unwavered smile on his face. “Have you two decided on something to drink?” He asked all while filling some rather nicely crafted and done glasses with a refreshing looking water of simple thin ice cubes. Ace looked up and said, “We would like one of every drink if that’s okay.” This, however, caused Riddle to look back at him surprised.

The eel waiter nods and types on the tablet before taking the menus and exiting the area, only then did Riddle look at Ace again and ask, “Wouldn’t it be easier to order two of every drink?” Ace, for some reason despite being the one who said it, answered back as if Riddle grew three heads over a few seconds, “No, we can just share and swap together.”

Riddle’s cheeks heated up and he immediately looked down, thanking The Great Seven in his mind that the tank near him seemed to not shine the blush too much. Calm down Riddle, sharing drinks is normal. Cater doesn’t know what he’s talking about! Almost in an odd flash, the table soon gets coated with two new menus and three different colored drinks, one deep magenta reddish in color, one tall and bubbling in vibrant blue, and one large circle oval one designed in a pretty orange to yellow gradient type. “Here are the starting drinks for you gentlemen; The red one is called a Sea Breeze, the blue one is a Blue Lagoon, and the orange one is a Dark & Stormy. Please enjoy the other drinks to come and due look at the newest menus for meals and desserts.” Said Jade before, and like how he showed up, disappeared without so much of a word.

The two look at the drinks in hand before Ace, ever so boldly, takes hold of the Sea Breeze and takes a careful sip from the straw. His eyes shine bright like winter cranberries as his lips detach from the black small straw. “Whoa! This is pretty good!”

Hesitant yet curiouser and curiouser, Riddle reached forward and took a small sip from the straw of the Dark & Stormy. Like Ace, his blue-gray eyes shine like lights.

Ace snorts silently as he sees this reaction. Cute- He pauses. Cute? Did he just think Riddle Rosehearty was cute?! His game must’ve been off today! Still, I should say something or else it’s just us sittin’ here in silence He decided, tapping his index finger on his knee cap as he tried to ponder on what he could possibly say to engage in a conversation with Riddle of all people. Then it hits him like a truck of ideas! “What’s your favorite color?”

Riddle, taken aback by the obviously random question, blinks at Ace again while he finishes his sip of the Sea Breeze. Carefully, he placed the glass down, and tilted his head to the side some he went, “Why?” Ace shrugged, “Well I’m actually pretty curious. I would guess red but that sounds too obvious and it would be awkward to say it if you weren’t in Heartslabyul, now would it?” I guess he has a point. Thought Riddle. With an inquisitive hum, he thought for a second, before perking his lips apart as a word slips out, “Orange.” This time, Ace blinked at him. “Huh?” “Well, while you are right on red being a favorite color of mine and that would be an obvious answer, but orange just tickles my fancy in a way. It’s a nice color in many shades and the primary color of one of my favorite seasons.”

The trickster smiles and chuckles a bit, “Well good to know.” Red well groomed eyebrows knitted together as Riddle leaned forward to the table and asked, “What about you?” which caused Ace to grin. “Red of course. And I like the Fall as well.” Ace snorts at Riddle’s astonished face and soft deliberation of “that isn’t fair” which made him chuckle more.

Not far from the table, by the music stage of the Lounge is Azul who’s talking to someone who’s on the floor messing with the bottom. “Thank you so much again Idia-san for helping me with the new speakers and mics. This will help the lounge greatly.” He said with a smile, resting his face firmly on his gloved palm as he watched the man of fiery hair and passion (no pun intended) for tech finishes with the cables of the sound equipment.

“It’s not a problem Azul-shi, I’m always happy to help a buddy out.” Idia said with a small meek smile, his golden orbs looking up to the octopus to see the warmth on his usual cold vindictive eyes. “Y-Yes?” Azul blinks and looks away, “Oh nothing-” He paused at his sentence as he notices the table nearest them of two redheads sitting in a booth with some drinks being given to them, and it seems they have scooted closer talking and sharing said drinks in their booth. “Hmm…” Seeing a rare sight of opportunity, the business man quickly grabbed hold of Floyd who was going to the table he was waiting on and gestured to the table of his eye. “Look there Floyd, did you invite them?” He asked. The eel glanced over to the table in question and smiled, and with a cackling childish giggle he said, “I invited Crabby to drop by for a bite and to bring someone. Looks like he brought Goldfishie~”

Azul hummed as he smiled, blue eyes looking back at the two, his grin merely growing at the sight of Riddle laughing at something Ace must’ve said as a halfway empty glass of a dark purple color sits in front of them both. “Floyd, be a dear and get the band here. We should test the mics and stage.” Said the one with the grin, smirking at Floyd’s eagerness to find the ones in charge of the music. Finally standing back on his wobbly feet, Idia looked over and asked, “It’s just too boys hanging out, not much for this kind of reaction Azul-shi…” “Where you see friends I see romance. Look closer, look how eager their words are clinging to the other.” “They’re so different. There’s no way in the Underworld that they could fall in love no matter what you do in this place.”

Seeking challenge, Azul nodded to Jade who went over faster than he may of planned earlier and placed the final drinks on the Heartslabyul’s table as well as a plate of a freshly sweet smell, a voice sweeter than kind honey iced tea, “The rainbow beauty is one of our limited edition called Drowned Temptation and the red and pink lovely is another limited edition called Make A Wish. Alongside them here is your wonderfully fresh order of strawberry and lemon orange tarts. Please enjoy~” And with that, Jade shiftly left the table, leaving the two alone in their next conversation.

“Okay okay, I will be honest, I can’t remember all of the hedgehogs names.” Ace gasped and leaned back, “My goodness, how scandalous. My housewarden doesn’t remember all the hedgehogs names!” He snorts as Riddle playfully shoves his arm. “Whatever shall the public think~”

Riddle giggled softly, a hand reaching out and taking a tart carefully in a hold to make sure not to drop or crumble the delicious treat.

Azul hummed as he got the music sheets ready as each live band came and got to their spots, Idia taking a free one and taking at the title, “Lagoon Love Ballad? How cheesy can you get Azul-shi…?” He grumbled some. Yet that didn’t stop Azul from fixing the mic nearest him off the stage with a confident smirk and a held up chin, “Good evening everyone. I would love you all to enjoy the live music of the Mostro Lounge’s very own band. Due hope you enjoy~” He smirked more with narrow eyes darted at Idia, who only rolled his eyes in return as he stood more in the shadows, and watched as the music soon began to start. First the percussions, Next the strings, Then the winds…

“There you see him, sitting there across the way. He don’t got a lot to say but there’s something about him~” Idia rolled his eyes again at Azul’s little twist of changing the words of the ballad to obviously fit the scene he made in his mind. “And you don’t know why but you’re dying to try, you wanna Kiss the Boy~” Sighing, shoulders slumped just slightly, but with a small smirk at a small thought. A very, very bold thought of slight petty if that mic works as good as he assumes.

“No chance, no way, he won’t say it, no no~”

Azul whipped his head to Idia and, without skipping a beat of picking up on the song, smirked and played along, “He swoons, he sighs, why deny it? Uh-oh~” Idia rolls his eyes, hands digging in his pockets roughly, his voice sweet hypnotic to the octopus’ ears and the rest of the restaurant’s without truly knowing the face of the voice, “It’s too cliche, he won’t say he’s in love…”

Ace and Riddle look at each other as the lyrics play, both giggling slightly at the sudden shift of the air and mood. “Seriously, what are these lyrics?” Joked Ace as he sips the rainbow colorful drink before them. Riddle merely giggled back, “I know. One side is saying “kiss the one you love” while the other is all “love isn’t worth it.”” The two giggle again, both swapping the last two drinks and eating the plate of tarts before them, the music honestly growing on them as Riddle glanced at Ace's face that enjoyed a good bite he got.

“I thought my heart has learned it’s lesson, it feels so good when you start out…”

It’s weird, the lyrics kind of made him think of his mother. What kind of face would she have if she found out what I’m doing tonight? He couldn’t help but think of the image of his mother somehow finding out he was out past normal time drinking many lairs of surgery drinks and eating tarts with a boy who’s only love is breaking the rules, picturing all kinds of ways her face would twist and distort in rage. Cold guilt build up in his chest like an over freezing fridge as his stormy blues look down at the tart on the plate in front of him, his mind betraying him and pushing him back to when he was 8 years old when his mother spent hours chewing out Trey and his parents for “twisted her dear babe away from his studies”, and how immediately after she took away all the trousers he begged for and scrubbed his head so hard as she got rid of every inch of the red color he pleaded for. He knows full well what she did was wrong now as he got older and understood what his feelings were growing up but he can never quite forget that feeling of shame for just being a kid.

“My head is screaming, get a grip boy-” “Kiss the boy~”

Riddle glanced back up at Ace who’s now eating a tart with a happy hum, chest tight and heart beating fast.

“Unless you’re dying to cry your heart out.”

“Hey, are you okay dorm head?” Ace’s concerned voice drifted Riddle back to the real world, kind of like a siren call bringing back to sea, and Riddle blinked as he looked back up at him. Guilt filled his throat, but why? He has no reason to feel guilty around Ace. Looking away, he mumbled barely audible enough to be heard, “I’m fine. Just letting everything settle.”

Meanwhile, Azul glanced/glared back at Idia who’s smirking softly to himself as he made perfectly sure his voice won’t sound of his frustrations as he sings along to the music, “Sha-la-la-la-la-la~ My oh my, looks like the boy’s too shy, ain’t gonna kiss the boy~ She-la-la-la-la-la~ Ain’t that sad? Ain’t it a shame? Too bad, he’s gonna miss the boy~”

Idia looked back at the table of underclassmen, now finally noticing how close they seemed to have gotten.

Ace looked at his dorm leader with a slight worry in his face, rubbing the glass in hand before he offered the straw. “Want the rest? I bet if we get the heart a wish will come true~” He cheered with a grin of childish wonder. Riddle smiles softly and happily takes hold of the drink, Ace watching with a softer smile…

“No chance, no way, he won’t say it, no no~”

He is actually pretty cute… Ace thought as he watched Riddle sip up the sweet colorful juices and the little red heart jingle and jangle away in the bottom of the glass thanks to the straw’s suction.

“Give up, give in, check the grin he’s in love~”

“This scene won’t play, he won’t say he’s in love~”

Azul’s eyelashes flutter some as he watches Idia bouncing so well off the shadows and his tanks’ beautiful colorful display, warmth filling his chest and neck as he smiles softly, mind already forgetting the table he was spying on for a while now. “You’re way off base, he won’t say it, no no~” “Sha-la-la-la-la-la~ Don’t be scared, we have the mood prepared, go on and kiss the boy~” “Get off this case, he won’t say it.” Azul quickly plucked a white lily from a nearby tray and sniffed it as he looked back to the table for a second.

Ace carefully scooted back from his seating position, causing a slight confused look from Riddle. “I’ll be right back, gonna pay the bill and get boxes for the leftover tarts.” He explained, shooting the rose prince a wink and grin as he walked off. Just as he was farthest from view, Riddle let out a slight taken aback noise and carefully spit out something that came from the drink into his mouth. A red marble-like thing shaped as a heart.

His eyes soften as he holds the small heart in his palms as if he’d never seen something like it before in a market shop, leaning back into the cushions.

“Now don’t be proud, it’s okay you’re okay love~”

Idia blinks yet accepts Azul’s random gesture of the white lily after he tossed it to him, his eyes glancing at Riddle’s expression and soon smiles, “Oooh~ At least out loud I won’t say I’m in love~”

HUGE INPERATION OF IDIA'S AND AZUL'S PART OF THIS AMAZING DUET!!

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