He wasn't getting the hint. He might never get the hint, if he doesn't explain it in blunt detail that he doesn't want to have any sort of lecture right now. Maybe his face says it all, with the slightly annoyed expression on his face, the way he turns his chin up at him, glares up at the taller boy.
"Now is not the time." Riddle states, his tone firm. He motions to the pie, "Focus on the task I've given you first. Only after we've got everything ready and have passed out the pieces can we talk. Got it?"
Oh, poor Riddle. Just getting grumpy isn't nearly enough to stop him from rambling! Rook can be redirected, at least temporarily--but in time, he may come to regret admitting he doesn't understand how and why the world is beautiful. Not only that, but showing that it's a sore enough subject that he doesn't want to talk about it! Hitting a raw nerve with such a topic has implications, ones that Rook is filing away along with the rest of his observations about Riddle.
For now, though? There's some mercy; Rook starts filling and stacking trays with their tiny dessert plates, so they can make progress on making their rounds. Better gather up enough forks, too, and a bin so people can give back their dirty dishes! "Oui! I've always found work goes faster when you have something to talk about, myself--but I suppose you can't tell me where to go if you're distracted, can you? Shall we feed your subjects while it's still warm, then?"
Assuming they can find everyone before it finishes cooling, that is. But why go on a wild goose chase through the whole dorm, when he suspects it will be a fairly simple matter to rally the troops instead?
This was meant to be a simple task. Something that would get Rook to understand the layout of the dorm, the complexities of it all and where each student was staying. Surely one round would be enough-- if they ever completed it. Their journey came to a halt, after they'd passed through one of the winding halls, when a group started to form. Chattering was happening, boys sharing words and whispers, and... really, it was a little too much for Riddle. He hadn't meant to have them assemble in any sense of the word, and now, here they are.
He can't demand them to go back to their rooms. Not when they are dutifully greeting Rook and taking their slices in an orderly fashion. He makes a face, clearly frustrated and annoyed with the group that had formed, biting back a comment as he grips onto his staff, pressing it into the ground by his side. Can Rook feel the rage that's seeping from the small Housewarden, that he can truly say nothing about?
Riddle breathes out a huffy sigh, turning his gaze away. Should he let Rook find his own way to the room he'd be staying in? Or, should he stick here to let him finish up and THEN finish the tour-?
Either way.... This wouldn't have happened in this manner if Trey was here. Or, if Riddle were to yell at them, but he doesn't want to ... do something foolish, when they're not doing anything wrong.
It's really not hard to take advantage of the situation. All it takes is a little commotion, like a few enthusiastic greetings and the buzz of animated conversation--and like a swarm of busy bees gathering around a rosebush in full bloom, the card soldiers found their way to them one after another. Why wouldn't they, when those who were finished with their treats and didn't feel like chatting were bound to wander off and tell their friends?
It's a fun, lively occasion, after all! What's your name? What's your favorite treat? He's never tried making those before, but he promised Trey he'd do his best to keep everyone happy and well-fed. There isn't anything he can help with, is there? That's why he's here for the whole week, if they need anything! Oh, that book you're carrying--he lovesthat author! If you like them, he has a few other recommendations you'll probably enjoy, too. You watched a movie this weekend? Which one? Isn't that actor dreamy? Maybe they should have a watch party sometime! Did you see their latest interview? What do you think that new mystery release they were hinting at is? Did you know the movie they did a few years ago is actually based on a stage production?
They're certainly sticking to the letter of the law, if not the spirit; the line moves along, quick and orderly. Rook is busily flitting around, handing out plates and accepting dirty dishes in turn, eagerly chattering away with the group collecting along the edges of the gathering as he works. Riddle had wanted him to get to know the students he'd be serving, right? Their tour may be stalled out for the moment, but he's certainly going above and beyond in fulfilling that particular duty. Doesn't he look happy, making everyone smile while they all get acquainted?
Even Riddle's simmering anger isn't enough to dim his mood any, when he's having so much fun settling in. Careful, Riddle; you might just find yourself cozied up to, if he finds a moment to spare. Why don't you come enjoy mingling with your subjects? Don't you want to have fun with everyone?
Yes, Riddle is used to mingling with his subjects, on a mediated basis. Usually, Trey and Cater are by his sides, taking the brunt of the social interaction. Now? Now, Rook seems to almost be inviting the conversation, encouraging those around them to continue talking, to keep having a conversation that they were interested in. He's a people's person, that much is obvious.
So, Riddle does what he needs to. He shifts, and slips out when he can. Between a few different people, dipping away with the crowd and...
Well, Rook will come find him when he's done mingling, yes?
Hopefully he doesn't catch up to him and stop him, or... well, Trey did warn him about the jumpscares. But, surely he can't be worse than anyone else, right?
The conversation keeps flowing on and on, Rook keeps working faithfully--but perhaps Riddle feels the prickle of eyes on the back of his neck, as he flees? Rook's task may not be done yet, but his escape hasn't gone unnoticed--only unremarked on. For now.
He can go find Riddle again after this is all over, once he's proven that he can be trusted with a task independently, too. It'll even go faster than it otherwise would, in spite of the chatter; at least one or two students are bound to be engaged enough in their conversation to follow him into the kitchen, and help him wash up and put everything away. That's what teamwork is all about!
Now, to go find Riddle again..... It's not hard to guess where the boy might be, given his intention to show him around earlier. The tour was bound to end where he'd be staying. But he's visited Trey plenty of times, hasn't he? He already knows where his room is. It's not hard to find--nor is it hard to open the door and approach silently. Rook only speaks up once he's directly behind Riddle, smile bright as he peeks over his shoulder at what the boy is busying himself with. "Do you need any help with that?"
Thank Seven he was able to get away. The crowds, where he was used to controlling them, had become too much. Being on the same level as his subjects was usually no trouble, except in a case like this one: where he was not the host, not the one putting on the little show. He could control them if he decided to break it up, to be a cruel queen all over again... but he's trying to change, to be better.
So sneaking away it was.
He ends up in Trey's room, making himself... 'look' busy, for the most part. He first adjusts the sheets, making sure that the school-issued blankets were in order. Then he moved to the desk, grabbing a pen from the drawer and nabbing a piece of paper. Surely Trey wouldn't mind. If he did... that's his problem.
He just about starts to jot down a list when the voice comes from behind him, startling him to the point he drags the pen across the paper as he's writing, squeezing it tight. He turns his head to look at Rook.
Really, Trey did warn him, but.........
"Must you not announce your presence before getting so close?!"
"Ah, pardonne-moi! I thought you would be expecting me." After all, Riddle had left him to his own devices, hadn't he? Surely he had done so with the expectation that he would come find him again--at least to be told about his other duties and given another task, if not for a proper tour.
Oh, well! It's not like startling the poor thing is anything to worry about, now that he's apologized, right? The height difference between them is even more pronounced, now that Riddle is sitting down; Rook easily leans over him to take a closer look at the list-in-progress. "What are you working on?"
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"Now is not the time." Riddle states, his tone firm. He motions to the pie, "Focus on the task I've given you first. Only after we've got everything ready and have passed out the pieces can we talk. Got it?"
Maybe that would work???
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For now, though? There's some mercy; Rook starts filling and stacking trays with their tiny dessert plates, so they can make progress on making their rounds. Better gather up enough forks, too, and a bin so people can give back their dirty dishes! "Oui! I've always found work goes faster when you have something to talk about, myself--but I suppose you can't tell me where to go if you're distracted, can you? Shall we feed your subjects while it's still warm, then?"
Assuming they can find everyone before it finishes cooling, that is. But why go on a wild goose chase through the whole dorm, when he suspects it will be a fairly simple matter to rally the troops instead?
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He can't demand them to go back to their rooms. Not when they are dutifully greeting Rook and taking their slices in an orderly fashion. He makes a face, clearly frustrated and annoyed with the group that had formed, biting back a comment as he grips onto his staff, pressing it into the ground by his side. Can Rook feel the rage that's seeping from the small Housewarden, that he can truly say nothing about?
Riddle breathes out a huffy sigh, turning his gaze away. Should he let Rook find his own way to the room he'd be staying in? Or, should he stick here to let him finish up and THEN finish the tour-?
Either way....
This wouldn't have happened in this manner if Trey was here. Or, if Riddle were to yell at them, but he doesn't want to ... do something foolish, when they're not doing anything wrong.
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It's a fun, lively occasion, after all! What's your name? What's your favorite treat? He's never tried making those before, but he promised Trey he'd do his best to keep everyone happy and well-fed. There isn't anything he can help with, is there? That's why he's here for the whole week, if they need anything! Oh, that book you're carrying--he lovesthat author! If you like them, he has a few other recommendations you'll probably enjoy, too. You watched a movie this weekend? Which one? Isn't that actor dreamy? Maybe they should have a watch party sometime! Did you see their latest interview? What do you think that new mystery release they were hinting at is? Did you know the movie they did a few years ago is actually based on a stage production?
They're certainly sticking to the letter of the law, if not the spirit; the line moves along, quick and orderly. Rook is busily flitting around, handing out plates and accepting dirty dishes in turn, eagerly chattering away with the group collecting along the edges of the gathering as he works. Riddle had wanted him to get to know the students he'd be serving, right? Their tour may be stalled out for the moment, but he's certainly going above and beyond in fulfilling that particular duty. Doesn't he look happy, making everyone smile while they all get acquainted?
Even Riddle's simmering anger isn't enough to dim his mood any, when he's having so much fun settling in. Careful, Riddle; you might just find yourself cozied up to, if he finds a moment to spare. Why don't you come enjoy mingling with your subjects? Don't you want to have fun with everyone?
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Yes, Riddle is used to mingling with his subjects, on a mediated basis. Usually, Trey and Cater are by his sides, taking the brunt of the social interaction. Now? Now, Rook seems to almost be inviting the conversation, encouraging those around them to continue talking, to keep having a conversation that they were interested in. He's a people's person, that much is obvious.
So, Riddle does what he needs to. He shifts, and slips out when he can. Between a few different people, dipping away with the crowd and...
Well, Rook will come find him when he's done mingling, yes?
Hopefully he doesn't catch up to him and stop him, or... well, Trey did warn him about the jumpscares. But, surely he can't be worse than anyone else, right?
Sorry, Rook, you're on your own now~!
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He can go find Riddle again after this is all over, once he's proven that he can be trusted with a task independently, too. It'll even go faster than it otherwise would, in spite of the chatter; at least one or two students are bound to be engaged enough in their conversation to follow him into the kitchen, and help him wash up and put everything away. That's what teamwork is all about!
Now, to go find Riddle again..... It's not hard to guess where the boy might be, given his intention to show him around earlier. The tour was bound to end where he'd be staying. But he's visited Trey plenty of times, hasn't he? He already knows where his room is. It's not hard to find--nor is it hard to open the door and approach silently. Rook only speaks up once he's directly behind Riddle, smile bright as he peeks over his shoulder at what the boy is busying himself with. "Do you need any help with that?"
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So sneaking away it was.
He ends up in Trey's room, making himself... 'look' busy, for the most part. He first adjusts the sheets, making sure that the school-issued blankets were in order. Then he moved to the desk, grabbing a pen from the drawer and nabbing a piece of paper. Surely Trey wouldn't mind. If he did... that's his problem.
He just about starts to jot down a list when the voice comes from behind him, startling him to the point he drags the pen across the paper as he's writing, squeezing it tight. He turns his head to look at Rook.
Really, Trey did warn him, but.........
"Must you not announce your presence before getting so close?!"
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Oh, well! It's not like startling the poor thing is anything to worry about, now that he's apologized, right? The height difference between them is even more pronounced, now that Riddle is sitting down; Rook easily leans over him to take a closer look at the list-in-progress. "What are you working on?"