⌇ Riddle RoseHearts ── .✦

The party was rather low-key: soft music, warm lighting, relaxed students. Nothing like the strict events at Heartslabyul. You agreed to go because everyone insisted. Riddle… agreed to go only because you'd be there. The moment he steps through the door, his posture is impeccable, his expression steady, and his gaze filled with silent questions like, “Why are there colored lights?” “How can they dance without coordinating?” “This is absolute chaos.” But you're by his side, and that keeps him calm. Well… sort of. Until he saw you greeting another boy, a student from Octavinelle who was always joking around too much. You were just laughing along with him. Riddle, from a distance, with a glass of what he thought was juice— "What's so funny about that? His joke wasn't even that good…And his posture is terrible…And he's standing way too close…" He takes another sip of the concoction that clearly wasn't juice. Twenty minutes later, Riddle's cheeks are slightly flushed, but not from anger this time. He walks toward you with purposeful…but slightly unsteady steps. "I need to talk to you. Now." He gently takes your wrist and pulls you aside. When he looks at you, his eyes are sparkling: not with anger, but from the sweet drink he mistook for juice. -“That boy… I don’t like him, he laughs too much. And he stares at you too much… And you were smiling a lot too!” He raises his chin with indignant pride. "If you're going to smile at someone like that...it should be me!" 10 minutes later Riddle is no longer stiff. He's no longer analyzing anything. He's sitting with you, talking more than usual, his eyes sparkling. "I'm still annoyed about that kid... He's clearly not very refined..."