splitmemory | riddle/cater shenanigans

"That sounds just fine to me." Riddle agrees, far easier than one might expect him to agree.

He's begun to come to the same conclusion as Cater -- for this break of theirs, it would do the both of them good to forget for the time being that there was any sort of difference between their roles here on campus. It was natural to slip into, for Riddle, which... would make it difficult, really, to act like they were just two teenagers, trying to make it in the world together.

Reaching the kitchen, Riddle sets the dishes on one side of the counter for Cater, rolling his own sleeves up carefully to avoid getting them wet. He grabs a dishcloth, flashing a tiny smile towards him.

"Look at you. It is unavoidable that you'll be able to use your Split Cards for menial tasks like this, however..." Riddle nods, in approval, "The practical side of housekeeping is important to do yourself, at times, without relying on any magic at all."

Riddle might notice the way that Cater seems to preen at being praised. Still, he laughs. "When I'm back home, I help with the housework plenty." It's not like it's fun or anything, but he's not going to complain about it. Especially when he doesn't have to deal with his sisters whining and hassling him throughout the whole ordeal.

With the plates still fresh, it isn't too hard to scrub them both clean under the running water. Cater hands the first one over to Riddle once it's wet and clean before getting to work on the second. After a moment, he passes that one off to Riddle, as well.

Between the two of them, cleaning up the rest of the mess from making breakfast doesn't take long, either. Once everything is put away, Cater stretches out.

"Great! Ready to get going? Anything that needs doing before we head out?"

Riddle allows them to fall into an easy silence, allowing the comment Cater makes to be the last aside from simple instructions or requests between the two of them during the process of cleaning up. He did his best to dry everything thoroughly, setting each piece perfectly where they belong after.

The process felt somehow domestic, between the two of them. An easy, comfortable task for the two of them to do, working together in a way that felt natural.

Finishing the task couldn't come any quicker, though. He's eager to get out, as much as he's trying to hide that behind a calm expression.

Unrolling his sleeves, Riddle carefully smooths out both of them, before doing the same with his vest, adjusting the way he's standing. "Not that I can think of." Riddle should, probably, get a jacket or something warm to wear, though he seems to forget for the time being that it was, in fact, cold out.

"Have you planned out everything down to the minute? It's important to be punctual, to keep ourselves to a schedule." This was not, in fact, a necessity for fun. Does Riddle know that???

"Yay! Let's go!"

Apparently, answering Riddle's question isn't happening. Does it need to be? Really, they both know that Cater made up this entire thing on the fly and will not be sticking to a schedule. Nope, today's about flying by the seat of their pants and going where the wind takes them. Laughing, he reaches for Riddle's hand to tug him toward the door.

"This is gonna be so much fun!"

While he didn't expect the hand to grasp onto his own gloved one, it would be way too easy for Cater to grab him, to tug him along. Riddle's cheeks quickly dust pink as he follows along, the smallest of laughs escaping him. It was impossible to hold that one back, with how cheerful Cater was.

How was Cater able to be so casual about this? To grab his hand like that, without fear? Is that what... having a friend was? Being able to touch them, to hold their hand and drag them along without a care in the world? It's almost overwhelming--

Riddle's hand finally returns the hold, instead of simply being dragged along, becoming an active participant, as he picks up his own pace to keep up with Cater.

"Slow down-- I can only go so fast!" The exclamation is filled with laughter instead of annoyance - a sound that, really, wasn't often heard from Riddle.

The infectious laughter has a doubling effect--when Riddle laughs, Cater's cheered even further. Still, he does slow down the pace a little so Riddle can walk along with him instead of being pulled along behind him. Oddly, Riddle's dainty hand fits so nicely in his. He can't feel the warmth of the other boy's skin through his uniform gloves, but there's something so nice about just having their palms fit together. Cater doesn't even think about releasing it after Riddle's fallen into step beside him.

Side-to-side like that, the walk out of Heartslabyul is quick enough. As soon as they get into the hall of mirrors, it gets much colder, no longer protected by the magical temperature of the individual dorms. Cater's dressed for winter, but he also hasn't particularly thought of Riddle being a bit under-dressed. They'll just have to get to a clothing store quickly and bundle him up.

"I made sure to check the bus schedule. They're still running even during the break, just not as often. We should make it to the bus stop with a few minutes to spare, and that'll get us into town."

The cold air hits faster than Riddle could have planned for. Even if he'd worn his uniform jacket, he's sure the chill would seep through, would chill him to the bone. Unfortunately, Riddle couldn't say he even had clothes that would work to bundle him up back in his Dorm room, so used to the magical protection from the elements that he never planned on it. The freezing weather causes him to step slightly closer to Cater, his hand staying put where it fit just right.

Riddle's opposite hand comes up, fingers grasping lightly against the sleeve of Cater's own jacket. It's a small, futile attempt to steal some of the taller boy's warmth.

"At least you had the foresight to check that." It sounds like a half insult, which it was. He's trying to be playful, even if he doesn't know how to effectively do it. Oh, but it was so cold. Riddle sniffles slightly, ducking his head down as if to hide it. The cold wouldn't get to him, as long as he pretended it didn't, right?

"Where are we going first, once we reach town..?"

The comment falls off Cater's back like water, smile still unchanged on his face as they make their way to the bus stop. At least the pathways weren't too covered with snow, yet. That made walking easy enough, even if it was cold. "We," he says with a bit of a teasing air to his voice, "are going to get you out of those clothes."

To put him into much warmer ones, but he's not going to say it like that cause he wants to see Riddle get flustered--is that so wrong?

"But, until then--"

Cater somewhat reluctantly breaks the hold they have on each other so he can shrug out of his own jacket and wrap it around Riddle's shoulders.

"We're going to what?!" Riddle is quick to fluster, his face turning red as easily as when he gets angry. This time, it's obvious why, and it is far from annoyance. Cater's words slip into his mind, making it run with all sorts of ideas. Damn him, for being so able to say such things without skipping a beat.

"What are you--"

Riddle stammers out, his eyes wide as Cater wraps the jacket around his shoulders.

"I don't need--!" He denies, but...
Before he can move his hands to try and take the jacket back off, he begins to feel the lingering warmth from Cater's own body on the jacket, soaking it up like a small sponge. With a huff, Riddle tugs the jacket more comfortably around himself with both hands, his shoulders raised and his chin tilted down out of a clear embarrassment.

The jacket wasn't large enough to share, even if he tried. Riddle spares one glance up towards Cater, glaring at him.

"You're going to catch a cold."

Cater winks at Riddle. He said what he said and he's not going to bother correcting himself! Let the tiny king's mind wander...things will be clear soon enough. Anyway, it makes him happy to see Riddle relaxing--he looks so cute all wrapped up in his jacket, it's so big on him! Ugh, he wants to take a picture, but he knows it'll just ruin Riddle's mood, so he refrains.

"It's just for now. Anyway, it looks good on you, and I run hot."

Insert joke here that Riddle won't even appreciate. Sigh!

"Oh, see, there's the bus! We're right on time. It should be a little warmer on there, if we sit close."

Oh, Seven, save him. Was this a mistake? Cater knew so much more about going out than he did, and while that was an infuriating fact, Riddle found himself feeling at a loss, having to fall in line beside Cater. It made him feel so small. Not in a bad way, at all, but....

What was this feeling?!? Why can't he identify it?!!?! Ugh.

"... Fine. But only for now." Riddle relents, deciding he would steal the warmth from this jacket for as long as he could. Not that he needed it or anything! Of course not.

With a slight nod, Riddle shifts, stepping up into the bus with Cater. After finding a pair of seats, Riddle makes Cater sit by the window, before slipping into the aisle seat himself.

Then, he shifts, moving to lean against Cater, resting half of the jacket around Cater, using the seat to hold it up. Both of his arms wrap around one of Cater's, pulling his arm close.

"You said we should sit close-- will this work? If I let you catch something..." What kind of Housewarden would he be!!!

Cater follows along, letting Riddle choose where they sit and how they sit, though it's a surprise to him when the other teen pulls him in just as close as he does. Cater can't help but let out a small giggle, finding his phone. "This'll work. Let's take a selfie!"

He leans in even closer, practically resting his head against Riddle's as he holds the phone up.

"To start off our foray into town!"

Getting sick isn't even a concern for him. They'll be fine, they'll be fine! It's just brisk out!

Always so focused on saving these moments with pictures. Was that something that only Cater did? Their other classmates occasionally took photos, but he can't remember whether any of them are as obsessed with Magicam as Cater Diamond.

Still, he begrudgingly leans his head in ever so slightly, allowing the photo.

... They looked .....
Curse Cater for putting such strange thoughts in his mind.

Pressing his cheek against Cater's arm once the picture is taken, he feels- well. A little tired, already. The warmth of both Cater and the borrowed outerwear was too comfortable.

"I've decided something, Cater."

All smiles, Cater hums after the picture's taken, turning his attention down to his phone screen so he can add filters and hashtags. The bus starts up and begins its roll into town, and its easy to get lost in Magicam while they head toward their destination. Cater finds himself feeling pretty peaceful, sitting there with Riddle. Sometimes, outings like this with other people could feel exhausting, but so far, he was just excited.

"Yeah? What's that?"

"My goal for the day--" Aside from taking a break from studying, of course. "I'm going to catch you off guard at some point today. When you least expect it, I'm going to catch you on camera, too. Not in a bad way, no." Riddle seems to be thinking through his words carefully, trying to figure out how to say this aloud.

"Your smile. I'm going to capture it."

That could mean so many different things. What Riddle meant by it wouldn't be seen until later, surely. It may be extra confusing to hear such a statement, when Cater smiled in almost every photo he's in, but Riddle seems so sure of himself.

When Riddle makes his grand declaration, Cater's eyebrows raise. Capture his smile? What did that even mean? He was almost always smiling. In public, at least. As far as anyone knew, he was just a happy-go-lucky guy without a care in the world. Every day was full of fun possibilities, and today was no different from the other.

Except, it already was completely different from any other day, wasn't it? There already hadn't been a day like this, before.

He looks at Riddle fully in the face, his smile frozen in place for a moment before it gets a bit more mischievous.

"Oh yeah? That a promise?" He leans in a little, as if to make sure they aren't overheard despite no one else being on the bus with them. "I'll hold you to it."

Oh. Oh. What was Cater doing, looking at him in that way? With that frozen smile - that smile that takes on a completely different feeling. The mischief, coupled with the close way Cater leaned in--

Riddle's hand comes up, pressing against Cater's cheek and shoving at his face to push him away.

"Don't make it weird!" Riddle exclaims, his face flushing again. Had it even ever come down from the previous flush?

"Idiot. Fool." The insults are flung easily, as the small man declares his annoyance -- in this case, more his embarrassment -- with violence, both verbal and physical.

Cater isn't expecting Riddle to push him away by the face, but it just serves to make him laugh, giggling merrily as he keeps their arms linked together underneath his jacket. "OMG, Riddle, you're too funny! Today is gonna be a day to remember, that's for sure."

It's as if he wasn't insulted at all. Maybe Cater's just able to tell that yes, it's all coming from a place of embarrassment and not at all malice. He's sure Riddle didn't actually think he was an idiot--and anyway, he does play up the role of the simple fool. There was no point in getting upset for something that he lent purposeful credence to.

"Don't make me regret agreeing to it." Riddle huffs out, letting his hand fall from Cater's face just as easily as it'd come up to push him away. With a small shift, he resumes their previous position, resting his cheek back down against Cater's arm.

Who knew... that the human body was so warm? He could feel the heat radiating off of Cater even through his clothes. Was this what it meant to allow himself to get close to another person?

He doesn't hate it. Even if he does keep getting flustered and embarrassed. That's just who Cater was.

After Cater's giggles subside, it becomes a much more peaceful ride, the sounds of the bus rolling along as they sit together in the chilled air. His hand comes to fall back against Riddle's again as he gets comfortable, and he leaves it there as his gaze drifts out the window.

Eventually, the main town on Sage Island comes into view, and Cater points it out. "Nice, here we are! We should be parking where the main shops are, so it'll be a quick walk."

When the bus rolls to a stop, Cater waits for Riddle to situate himself so they can head out.

The ride was ... too calm, for Riddle. He had a hard time keeping his eyes open, almost finding it impossible. At one point, his eyes do slip shut, his breathing slowing to a more relaxed pace. Had Riddle ever felt this calm, this relaxed? This at peace? That in itself causes a spike in anxiety. Did he really deserve this break-?

Lifting his head as Cater points out the town, his eyes finally open again, blinking against the light.

Without a comment, he waits for the bus to come to a stop before he shifts back from Cater, standing up onto both of his heels. A hand is offered. It's less of a question of whether Cater wanted to grab it or not, more of a demand of its own type.

"I hope you don't expect me to be willing to be dragged around to every single shop there is." Riddle warns, though he does seem curious, shooting glances out of the window.

Cater takes his hand, standing and letting out a huff of a laugh as they exit the bus together. "You aren't talking to Vil, you know. There's only so much shopping I can take in one go, either. No, just one stop before the park, I promise."

There was a specific store he knew of that had good prices for their trendy clothing. Most of Sage Island was on the more affordable side, but there were always shops that tried taking advantage of the tourists. Fortunately, after three years you learned a thing or two. This place tended to even give discounts to well-behaved students.

Keeping their hands together, Cater points out a few different shops on their way to the one in question, making idle comments about the cuteness factor of certain wares, how nice the shopkeeper was here and there...and with all that chatter, it's soon enough that Cater's holding open the door to a small clothing store, respectfully letting Riddle enter first.

"Here we are! Time to get you dressed to the nines, King."

Luckily for Riddle, those earlier thoughts of a stranger variety had all but vanished, making it all the more easy for him to step into line beside Cater. His hand stays comfortably within Cater's hold, his eyes following his opposite's pointing, taking in all the sights as they went.

As they approach this shop, though, Riddle's expression shows nothing but nervous energy as he steps in first. A nervous smile is offered to Cater--

"..."

There's only a second of silence before Riddle replies, "Cater... You're going to have to choose the outfit." Fashion wasn't something Riddle even knew.

"Something either red or neutral tones. That I can wear my heels with." Riddle informs him, bringing his finger up to point in Cater's face. "And! Nothing too flashy. If we're going to do this, then it has to be something casual."

Unsurprisingly, Cater seems ready for the challenge of finding Riddle something suitable to wear. He bounces around the store, occasionally chatting up the worker who checks in on them from time to time, pulling things from different racks, holding them up toward Riddle, putting some back again. Eventually, he settles on a few things. Riddle's uniform pants will work fine enough, but Cater finds a soft and warm long-sleeved shirt, thick yellow vest to go over it, and a baggy cardigan to swaddle up in. Just by virtue of it being winter, he also picks up a scarf and matching gloves for Riddle to replace his uniform gloves with--these are much warmer.

"What do you think? Casual enough? You should be much warmer in this."

He'll, of course, wait for Riddle to try everything on in the changing room before giving a final verdict.

Shopping, for himself of all people, was a task that Riddle seemed very unused to. His eyes dart around, watching Cater as he pulls things from racks, making a face at some of the items that Cater holds up to him. He makes his own small comment here and there, making it known when he didn't think something looked like it'd fit his style. At least he was vocal instead of keeping his mouth shut.

Looking over all the pieces, Riddle takes off one of his gloves to feel the material of each item, his eyes narrowed in focus.

"It ..." Would work, for sure. He can't tell what it might look like without putting it on first. "Could work." He decides on, nodding slightly towards Cater. Slipping off the other man's jacket, he shoves it into his arms before grabbing all the items.

Shuffling his way into the changing room, Riddle takes his time trying on each item, pulling the outfit together.

Exiting the room, he tugs lightly on the collar of the shirt underneath the vest, his eyes meeting Cater's.

"I like it." Seems he's decided, refusing to comment much more on it. But one last thing mattered to him...
"What do you think?"

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