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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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?"