vice swap gone wrong

[crimsontyrant]

riddle hates this. please save him.

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it begins...

[crimsontyrant]

Upon a 'throne', the Queen sits. His eyes sharp, focused as he lifts a teacup slowly to his lips, taking a slow, careful sip. One leg rests over the other, his boot swaying lightly as he waits, eyes stuck on the door. He knows, for a fact, that any minute that strange Vice from Pomefiore would walk through, enter his dorm, and be here for...

Well, a few days at the least. Does it really count as 'being here' if they had several tasks to undertake outside of the dorm, too?

No matter. He's going to stare down the door until his arrival-- and, his attitude about the whole thing is making all of the card soldiers stand on edge, a few whispering and murmuring nearby. He's used to it, ignoring their murmurs as he carefully sets his teacup back down onto the saucer it belongs to.

"He's late." Riddle murmurs, mostly to himself, as he checks the time. Only three seconds past the allotted time... surely, he'll be here by the time the clock strikes a minute past. Pomefiore isn't exactly known for being fashionably late, as fashionable as they appear to be on the regular.