splitmemory | vice swap gone wrong

It's too much.

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~!

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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