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[ after weeks of meticulous preparation, the day has finally arrived. an unbirthday party is finally allowed to commence. riddle wasn't being hyperbolic when he told shu he was an excellent unbirthday planner; everything from the guest list to the sun's position when he strides into the garden have been accounted for.
he promised shu the ultimate wonderland experience, and that's precisely what riddle gives him; the moment shu arrives through the magic mirror, he's accosted by a smartly-dressed white rabbit who tells him he's a helper for queen rosehearts. the rabbit's mannerisms might be familiar to shu; the nervousness, the insistence that they're pressed for time and late for a "very important date" when they make their way through the rose maze. thankfully the maze itself is relatively tame on this day, also courtesy of the queen's preparations (what good is an unbirthday party if no one can get to the venue?). there's the occasional grove of rose trees, some blooms painted, some left to their natural redness, and a few of the roses even impart greetings to passerbys-- otherwise, things are somewhat unremarkable by the standards of a wonderland native.
if only the same could be said of the venue.
upon exiting the maze, shu will be greeted by the sight of a lush tea garden overrun with carefully calculated disarray. tables and chairs in all sorts of shapes and sizes are placed together in a manner that seems completely random, almost as random as the decor. riddle promised talking rabbits and dancing hats and singing tea pots, and that's exactly what shu will find. almost all of wonderland's creatures pop in now and then, from doggerpillars in the flowers to gaggles of mome raths shuffling all over the ground like a sentient shag rug. the potted centerpieces dance with bread-and-butterflies, attempting to chat up and flirt with the guests. all in all, it truly is a scene straight from a fairytale, albeit one that is chaotic and whimsical.
at least shu isn't the only non-native. the other denizens of heartslabyul were permitted to bring an outsider as their plus one as well, meaning there's several other confused boys among him whose reactions to the fresh hell before them range from bewildered amusement to terrified screaming. that, of course, isn't speaking of the fact several of these other guests have animal-like features of their own; there's even a vampire in their midst, holding a parasol and taking refuge beneath a tree, clearly among the terrified.
it's a lot, but thankfully explanations come soon, because the sound of a clock booming out the hour fills the garden, and is immediately followed by that familiar rabbit scrambling in. he sounds his trumpet to announce riddle's arrival. "please be seated for his loveliness, his grace... his excellency... h-- his royal majesty, queen rosehearts!"
staff in hand and looking refined as ever, riddle strides into the venue, flanked by a number of his students in uniform, his gaze scrutinizing as he looks over every detail of the tea garden one last time (his expression does brighten somewhat when he notices shu though).
while the uniformed students disperse to help their own guests, shu's pants leg is given a few tugs by the exhausted mr. rabbit. he sputters something about shu needing to be seated somewhere special, and hobbles over to the head table. there sits a trio of chairs; the one pulled out for shu is this wide, lavish, and garishly colored abomination draped in silks and decorated with appliques of hearts in clashing tones. it is offensive to the eyes, and it is meant for the king. to his right is a chair that is comically large, the backrest tall and imposing, the velvety surface black and red and also decorated with patches and appliques of hearts and strawberries and crowns and whatever else riddle decided he liked that day. to shu's left is a plush stool set atop a pile of textbooks, clearly meant for the cutest doll in the world.
finally, finally, riddle approaches. he gives a curtsey to mr. rabbit, and holds the pose as the rabbit gives his long report on the party's attendees. after a nod of understanding, the rabbit is relieved of his duties. once he's gone riddle turns to shu with a bright-cheeked, expectant smile. ]
I hope you I didn't keep you waiting long. Welcome to Wonderland, and a very merry unbirthday to you!
[ thanks riddle...... ]
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He recalls that the tale began when Alice encountered a strange rabbit, who wore a waistcoat and carried a pocketwatch. Fretting about being late for some important date, the rabbit disappeared down a hole, and young Alice gave chase—just as Shu himself would give chase when he spotted his own "rabbit" at Yumenosaki.
Alice's adventures were both numerous and strange. She ended up different cupboards, which contained suspicious items such as potions with labels that said "DRINK ME" and confections with boxes that read "EAT ME." The potion shrunk Alice down to the size of a mouse, while the cake caused her to grow tall, and so on and so fourth. Many strange characters were introduced, and the events of the eleventh and twelfth chapters, titled Who Stole the Tarts? and Alice's Evidence respectively, have been on Shu's mind ever since he met Riddle. On the surface, his adorable new friend bore little resemblance to the foul-tempered Queen of Hearts, whose defining characteristic was her thirst for blood. But after spending more time with Riddle, Shu quickly realized that the cute young sorcerer was prone to fits of rage. Making ugly faces and calling for people's heads didn't suit someone like him at all, so it was really quite regrettable.
Still, at other times Riddle could be quite charming. He was talented, thoughtful, hard-working, sincere and adorable. Shu would just have to hope that the merry atmosphere of the Unbirthday Party would keep any tantrums at bay. He looked forward to a day full of festivities, in which he'd learn more about this enchanted "Wonderland" and witness more feats of sorcery at Riddle's hands.
With those hopes in mind, he arrives bright and early to the magical mirror connecting their two worlds. In one hand he carries a suitcase, which holds Riddle's specially-designed broomstick-riding outfit, and in the other hand he holds Mademoiselle. He'd wanted to leave her behind, but unfortunately she really wanted to come and have tea with the pixies again. Seeing as she hadn't turned out to be in any real danger during their last trip, Shu had reluctantly agreed to take her along—with the caveat that he'll be watching her like a hawk all day.
He isn't sure what to expect upon arrival. During the last trip to Wonderland, he and Mademoiselle were accosted by all sorts of magical winged creatures. To his relief, nothing so bothersome happens this time. Instead he's greeted by a white rabbit, much like Alice at the beginning of her tale. Shu feels some apprehension when the rabbit leads him into a maze, not keen on the idea of getting lost. Is this goose-chase really necessary? But as he sighs and steps after the rabbit, he finds his reservations melting away in the face of all those pretty flowers. If only the groundskeepers at Yumenosaki had the same aesthetic sensibilities. And that's to say nothing of the fact that some of them can talk...
Roses, however, are the least outlandish sight that Wonderland has to awful. As soon as Shu exits the maze, he's greeted with a far more impressive scene; one that has him sucking in a breath, both brows shooting up his forehead.]
Good heavens...
[Sorcery, sorcery everywhere! There's more magic going on than his mind can comprehend. Plants, animals, even inanimate objects—all of them freely dancing about, as though possessed with a human spirit. Even as an imaginative child, his mind couldn't have conjured this.]
Oh, don't just stand there staring, Shu-kun. This celebration looks lovely ♫ Riddle-chan is hosting it just for you, isn't he? Let's make sure to thank him properly.
I'll worry about thanking him later. Thus far, I haven't seen hide or hair of him.
[But Shu doesn't have to wait much longer. As though prompted by his words, the rabbit announces Riddle's arrival. "His excellency," hmm...? At least the denizens of this strange Wonderland recognize Riddle's magnificence.
He gives a start when the rabbit comes up from behind him (how did he get over here so soon?!) and tugs on his clothes, frowning and swatting a hand at the bunny's paw. But when he's told there's a special place for himself at the table... well, he can't help feeling curious. Following the rabbit once again, Shu lets the other creatures' stares roll off him and strides forward to claim his throne. The furniture here could use some work, quite frankly. Honestly, the chair looks tacky, but he accepts his seat nonetheless. He seats Mademoiselle on the cushion, shoves the suitcase underneath the table (where's a bellhop when you need one?) and settles down just in time for Riddle to appear.
His cute friend looks no less breathtaking than usual. Yet the change in atmosphere has Shu seeing him in a different light than usual. In Shu's world, Riddle is always a fish out of water, but here he seems to be in his element—receiving praise from the adoring public, acting the role of the monarch. He's more captivating than ever, in other words.
Though not so captivating that Shu forgets how foolish the concept of "unbirthdays" are. Setting that aside for now...]
So this is the event you've planned, hmm? I must say, this is quite a spread. The pastries don't do anything strange, do they? Such as altering one's height?
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No, not this time. I saw to it that today's spread is mostly benign. If you are to find yourself enchanted by anything, it will not be without your prior consent. You have nothing to fear.
[ a small smile before ascends the small steps leading up to his "throne". ]
My greatest wish is for you to have a memorable, fun-filled unbirthday. In order to do this, I decided that for today, you will be my King of Hearts.
[ given their previous conversations, there's no doubt that this title, even in the context of wonderland traditions, is a great one. however, before riddle explains that being king entails, he not only crawls onto his chair, but actually rises to stand atop the seat's cushion.
his balance is perfect even in his heeled boots; clearly standing on this particular cushion is something he's well-versed in, much like the piercing shriek of a command he gives. ]
Bring out the cake!
[ and then, there he goes, jumping off the cushion as if there wasn't anything jarring or weird about what he just did as a pair of his students lug a towering cake that looks as if it could fall over at any moment, decorated with flowers and fruits and a pair of candles. ]
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[With that out of the way, Shu watches Riddle take the throne. He truly is striking, perched in his rightful place, looking down on all the attendees. The way he carries himself is befitting of royalty and captivates the eye. No doubt he'll make a fine ruler one day, if only he can get that explosive temper under control. (His face is also guaranteed to look lovely on a postage stamp.)
He's so busy admiring Riddle's beauty (and his mannerisms, and his clothes, etc.) that it takes a moment for those next words to register. Once they do, however... Shu squints.
It's not that he has a problem with being designated king for the afternoon. Far from it. That suits Shu's bossy personality and delusions of grandeur just fine. But if he is the king of this celebration, and Riddle is Queen... then doesn't that mean the two of them are...?
—ahh, what is he thinking?! He shakes his head, as though trying to rid his mind of those foolish thoughts.]
Very well. I'll rely on you to keep me entertained.
[And well-fed. Because the next item on the agenda is, apparently, eating cake. Shu tries to maintain a healthy diet, but he came prepared to indulge himself this once. He wasn't quite prepared for Riddle to shriek so loudly within his vicinity, however, and he winces as a result, mouth opening with the intention of chastising his cute friend. But then the cake rolls out, and Shu forgets all about volume control. He stares at the towering cake appraisingly, with hungry-looking eyes.]
No frosting, hmm? I suppose that's one way to save calories, cut down on sugar, and lead us to better appreciate the taste and texture of the cake itself. It looks quite appetizing; let's cut it into slices.
[Snapping his fingers, he addresses that last line to the students wheeling out the cake. He's a king so he can give commands now, right?]
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--which, of course, riddle was ready to explain, except shu, the absolute madman, is actually demanding they cut it?! riddle looks flabbergasted, affronted, and bamboozled all at once. he even shoots up out of his chair. thankfully the students have enough foresight to keep the cake away from their violent queen, and send an apologetic smile to their king-for-a-day. ]
No! Shu Itsuki, don't you dare! Unbirthday parties are rife with traditions and protocol! You mustn't touch the cake until I sing Very Merry Unbirthday for you, and then we may engage in cake-related merriment! You may be king, but you are still beholden to the rules of the Queen!
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You're going to sing for me?
[Now that has his attention. Shu's never heard Riddle sing before, but his charmingly boyish voice is always a pleasure to listen to. Intrigued, he forgets all about the cake and leans forward in his seat, eyeing Riddle with an expectant look on his face.]
If that's the proper order of things, then so be it. Allow me to hear this song of yours; I'll listen closely and commit every note to memory.
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the two students haul the cake onto the table, crushing teacups and saucers and sending things askew (though thankfully mademoiselle is safe floating in her magic soap-like bubble-- when did she get in there?). ]
It's always the Queen's duty to sing Very Merry Unbirthday, you see. Now then.
[ riddle claps to light the candles. just as he begins to sing, the tea pots and other tableware also spring to life, bouncing and chirping, blowing steam in a chorus of whistles. the entire tea garden ultimately joins in, flowers and rose trees all rustling and singing. it truly is the fantastical sight riddle has been dying to show shu. ]
A very merry unbirthday to me~ To you~ A very merry unbirthday for we~ For you~
Now blow the candle out, my dear~ Make your wish come true~
[ riddle gestures to the cake, alight with candles, beaming over at shu expectantly as his clapping pauses. it's clear what he needs to do.
when shu blows out the candles, the lovely cake explodes, pieces flying everywhere, some of the venue's other occupants shrieking and cursing and scrambling to hide.
at least now shu knows why cutting the cake was unnecessary... ]
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W-What are you thinking?! Stop this violence at once!
[He's heard of bad table manners, but this display is something else! His eyes dart around, frantically seeking Mademoiselle. He made a grave mistake when he allowed her to accompany him again—he should've prioritized her safety! Her unoccupied cushion seems to confirm his worst fears, and he proceeds to freak out even further.]
Mademoiselle? Where are you? If you can hear me, speak to me.
[He checks the ground, underneath the table—nope, no sign of her. He runs a hand through his own hair, clearly agitated. Little does he know she's floating inches away from his throne...
Turning towards Riddle, Shu opens his mouth to inquire about the whereabouts of his dearest doll. But before he can even ask there's something else to distract him... or rather, two things: sentient tableware, and the Queen's own lovely voice.
Shu's eyes widen as he takes in the ensuing scene, a dazzling display of magic beyond his wildest dreams. His eyes drift from the enchanted forest to the dancing tableware to Riddle, looking beautiful as ever while he sings. It's the first time Shu's ever heard his boyish voice engaged in song, and the result is far more captivating than even he could have anticipated. The tune is simple, and all too brief, but it's safe to assume the song will linger in Shu's mind long after it finishes.
He's left looking stunned in the aftermath. His previous panic has melted away, soothed by Ridde's "Happy (un)Birthday." Riddle urges him to blow out the candles, hitting him with that beautific smile, and Shu is helpless to do anything but obey the Queen's wishes.]
... I have a thing or two I must talk to you about, but I suppose it can wait.
[Those lackeys' table manners, even Mademoiselle's whereabouts—Shu will have to put those issues on hold. For now, he leans forward over the cake. His wish? Why, he wishes for the same thing he's always wished for: to become an artist of great renown. When the time comes, Riddle can visit him in his studio; Shu will gladly take him to all the finest restaurants in Paris. Expelling a breath, he blows out the candles...
... and immediately jumps again once it explodes to bits. That was the one item on this table he was counting on to be normal!]
Good grief.
[He grimaces, seeking out a napkin to wipe the bit of frosting that inevitably ended up coating his face. He's lucky it was only that and not a huge glob. Honestly, if he weren't steadily becoming desensitized to the magic of Wonderland, he'd be making a bigger fuss right now. As it stands, however... he merely shakes his head. There's even the hint of a wry smile on his lips.]
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[ thankfully her magic bubble keeps mademoiselle safe and clean, protected from the globs of cake flying everywhere. meanwhile, riddle applauds, signalling the end of the song and giving the other partygoers permission to do as they pleased now that the formalities were over.
riddle dusts off a bit of cake that had landed on his shoulder before plopping himself down onto his seat for good this time. upon seeing that shu is not only not losing his mind like a few other party guests, who are being consoled in different ways by their inviters, but actually seems amused-- it's all he needs in the way of an unbirthday gift. whatever it was that shu wished to discuss with him, it's going to end up waiting a bit longer because riddle wants a bit more attention. ]
I took this custom into account when selecting your cake. I know being doused in frosting would have sent you into conniptions. Judging by that look on your face, I would say I made the right decision.
[ part of him wants to reach out and touch shu's hand, close the gap between them just a tiny bit more-- and riddle's fingertips even twitch from the temptation, but in the end, he merely claps twice to call over a teapot, who bounces from its spot in the middle of the table towards them. it's followed by a pair of plates on legs, which are thin and knobby and bird-like; there's a pile of small sandwiches, cookies, biscuits, macarons, and all sorts of other treats balanced atop them. ]
Because you're the king, while you cannot make up new rules, you have the power to veto any of the queen's commands. As per rule six-sixty-one, if you have any requests or wish to overturn a decision, simply tug my sleeve three times, and address as me as 'my dear' before making your request. Is that clear?
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You're quite right about that. Honestly, I don't understand the point of this peculiar tradition. Now that the cake has been blown to pieces, it's impossible to eat. A waste of culinary efforts.
[Though almost as soon as he finishes talking, a lot more food starts being carted over, which... okay. That's certainly enough to fill their stomachs, cake or no cake. He also can't deny the element of surprise and excitement provided by blowing up the cake. Still, wouldn't setting off some firecrackers have achieved the same effect with far less mess? If Shu had been in charge of planning this unbirthday party, this idea wouldn't have made it past the drawing board.
Oh well. What's done is done. Shu supposes there's nothing left to do but dig into the feast. And if anything else upsets him, it's good to know that he can register a complaint by thrice tugging on Riddle's sleeve and addressing him as—
... wait a second here.]
"My dear?"
[Shu echoes the words, as though trying them on for size... and promptly feels some heat creep into his cheeks.]
Isn't that strange? Such terms of endearment are usually reserved for loving couples. We're not betrothed.
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[ he gives a sure nod before turning to face the tea and treats. as per tradition, the queen gingerly takes the teapot, which wiggles and squirms and blows off a bit of steam as if in the throes of laughter, and begins to slowly pours the tea into a comically huge tea cup. all the while, he listens to shu's mild protests. riddle looks up at the other boy with a scowl. ]
Perhaps it would be strange if the two of us were on an outing back in your world, but while we are here in Heartslabyul, I am the queen. It is my duty to uphold the rules and sacred traditions of this realm.
[ shu is no stranger to riddle's insistence on following these asinine rules laid out by the original queen all those years ago. that aside, the latter half of shu's question rattles in his head, and not even the frown on his face can conceal the truth of riddle's feelings. his own bright red cheeks give him away completely. ]
As-- As long as you are king today, you must follow the rules laid out for him! The King and Queen are considered the ideal husband and wife, you know! We may learn a thing or two from mirroring such upstanding behavior!
[ fat chance. riddle knows shu is too fussy for life, so a 'my dear' is inevitable. the thought of shu's deep voice murmuring to him as he gives his sleeve a trio of curt tugs makes riddle feel as if he's steaming.
as much as the thought overwhelms him, he is adamant about today's party being done by the book, and that means a king is necessary. but-- but what if shu thinks he's making this rule up for the sake of hearing him say something so...intimate? what if shu is actually repulsed by the thought of referring to riddle as his dear? what if shu realizes The Truth?!
the thought is mortifying, but not enough to undermine riddle's passion for policy. no, rules are rules, and even if it ends up killing him, riddle can't allow exceptions.
with an audible swallow, riddle does his best to mask his shyness with a haughty scoff. ]
So... So, for the sake of our education, we need to see this through. Besides, if it bothers you that much, simply obey my every command and agree with all my decisions.
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[So they are meant to be a married couple for the day?! Good lord. Shu had no idea about this!
His first instinct is to protest some more. Acting the role of "King" is one thing, but playing at marriage with Riddle is totally unnecessary! In the first place, marriage is a sacred institution, and not something that should be "played at" outside of film and theater. However...
Riddle is being his usual stubborn self. He's arguing his point without letting Shu get a word in edgewise. And the crux of his argument seems to be "educational value." Shu isn't fully buying it—while he is aware of the existence of "finishing schools" where young people learn proper manners—]
There's more to proper courtship than just calling each other "dear."
[It all seems like a pointless exercise to him. Nonetheless... he cannot argue that this custom appears far less strange than some of the others he's been introduced to thus far, such as exploding cake and the very concept of "unbirthdays." Furthermore, it's not as though he doesn't already call Riddle terms of endearment in his head, such as "my cute Riddle" and "my dear friend Riddle." Still, to call him "my dear" outright and play at being his spouse...!
There's only one way for Shu to handle this.
After a long moment of being at war with himself, lips twisted into a grimace, he relents with a huff of air.]
Fine. We have already play-acted at being lovers once before; we can use this chance to redeem ourselves for the stupid drivel we said that day.
[He... he means the porn script. The man and woman co-owning that lemon tree were meant to be a couple, as far as Shu could tell.]
After all, this is simply make-believe.
[And Riddle seems just as embarrassed about their circumstances as he is, judging from the rosy blush staining his cheeks. Honestly, if Shu weren't so flustered himself, he'd take the time to appreciate how cute he looks right now. As it stands, however, it's probably best to just move on.]
As King, my first wish is to sample one of those French desserts.
[He gestures to the macarons, speaking in an authoritative tone of voice.]
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[ shu's obedience has him bouncing right back, and riddle smiles as he claps twice. sure, the macarons already on the plate in front of them could simply inch within reaching distance, but that would be too normal.
no, the frazzled rabbit from earlier comes scrambling up to them moments later, a large and lavishly decorated tower of treats held above his head. the macaron tower wobbles precariously; just as he's about to slam the tray onto the table, the plates of food in the way have just enough time to shriek at their impending demise.
porcelain shatters and goes flying (thankfully the shards just bounce off mademoiselle's bubble), along with bits of food and tea. the rabbit, who is sweating profusely, asks if that will be all for his majesty between gasps for breath. riddle nods, and just as mysteriously as he appeared, the rabbit sprints off, looking at his pocket watch and clearly trying not to have a meltdown.
riddle takes a macaron for himself before turning to shu. ]
There we are. Have as many as you'd like, of course. Would you like a little more tea?
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Doesn't mean he approves, though. When he re-emerges, their messy surroundings only cause him to shake his head ruefully. If there's one thing Shu can be counted on for, it's criticism.]
I don't suppose you can repair this china with a wave of that magic staff, can you? It looked quite elegant.
[He can understand the catharsis of smashing breakable objects into pieces, but he can't condone destroying something beautiful—unless it's a beautiful pastry, and he's destroying it with his molars. Gingerly reaching out his hand, Shu plucks a pink macaron from the top rung of tower. He pops it into his mouth and chews, and expression instantly brightening.]
The texture and taste of the jam... both are perfect. Très bien. I'll gladly accept more tea to accompany these sweets.
[Not that he intends to eat too much and ruin his nutrition. But at the very least, he must sample each flavor; it would be foolish not to. For that reason, two more macarons are withdrawn from the tower.]
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Hmm? Repair it? While there isn't a rule expressly forbidding me from doing so, it goes against the nature of an unbirthday party to move any way but forward. If something is broken, then it's broken. There's no time to focus on unbreaking it.
[ riddle sounds quite confident for someone who makes barely any sense whatsoever. as he claps to summon yet another gaggle of tea cups and pots, all mismatched in appearance, he watches shu try the macaron out of the corner of his eye. he's so pleased with the other boy's reaction, one would almost think he's the one who baked them. ]
Right you are! I can say with confidence they're the best in all of Wonderland! My childhood best friend made them.
[ he preens as he begins pouring tea into the half dozen or so cups that have made their way to him. ]
Trey is amazing. He comes from a long line of bakers, and has been practicing his entire life. Even when we were children, his skill was beyond his years. He doesn't even use magic. That's him, right there.
[ riddle nods in the direction of a tall young man with green hair, glasses, a clover suit tattooed on his cheek, and a perpetual smirk that's impossible to read. of course he notices riddle watching him, and he gives his queen a polite tip of his hat in acknowledgment.
after flapping his fingers in greeting riddle turns back to shu. ]
I would introduce you, but I'm really putting him to work today. Some other time perhaps.
[ riddle begins casually placing the many teacups in front of shu. ]
In the meantime, you can tell me about your best friends as well. Aside from Mademoiselle, of course.
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[He'd be more inclined to complain some more about the smashing if he wasn't being plied with sweets. And not just any sweets, but delicious French pastry! Shu bites into the vanilla macaron next, and finds that one to be just as delectable as the raspberry. His attention drifts, however, when Riddle explains who made the sweets, eyes flickering with interest. A childhood best friend...? Has Riddle ever mentioned such a person?
Shu follows Riddle's gaze over to the tall, bespectacled man standing some distance away. At a glance, he resembles someone Shu isn't too fond of. But the smirk breaks the resemblance; humorless Hasumi, insufferable vice president of the student council, would never wear such an expression.
He isn't sure what to make of the man or his relationship with Riddle. His baking, on the other hand, is very easy to assess. That's the part Shu feels most qualified to comment on.]
I would've assumed this party had been catered by a professional pâtissier, flown all the way from France. Great things can be accomplished when one chooses a pursuit early on and devotes one's life to it; these sweets are a testament to that fact.
[And so are Shu's costumes, including the broomstick-riding outfit he made specially for Riddle—or at least he'd like to think so. That particular costume is still sitting in its suitcase underneath the table. Shu isn't thinking about it right now, however; instead he's focused on Riddle's wording. "Even when we were children..." Did Riddle eat his friend's sweets in secret, Shu wonders? Or did his tyrannical mother forbid him from having so much as a taste?
He doesn't get the chance to ask, or to inquire further about this "Trey" person. As soon as Riddle's last words sink in, Shu's eyes go wide, and he flies into a panic.]
Mademoiselle...! That's right, she disappeared! Has she been captured again? Where is she?
[His head whips back and forth as he scans the surrounding area, eyes roving over all of the dessert and debris. He looks to the left, he looks to the right... nothing. He's just about to check under the table when he catches sight of something shimmery in the corner of his eye, hovering just above his field of vision. And in that moment, the words come to him unbidden, exiting his lips in a high-pitched giggle.]
Fufu.
[Shu snaps his neck up.]
Mademoi— ... Good lord. You've taken flight?
No, it's more like floating. I'm in a bubble, see? I've been here this whole time. You don't need to worry.
You're asking the impossible. One minute you were seated on your cushion; the next you'd disappear. Of course I was worried.
[As usual, Shu effortlessly switches between speaking in his own voice and doing the ventriloquism. He's a little leery about letting Mademoiselle continue to float around in what appears to be a physics-defying soap bubble, but for the time being, at least, she seems safe.]
I guess there's no helping it. I wish you'd relax a little more, though... After all, this is your "unbirthday" party. And I'm sure Riddle-chan and his friends would never hurt me. Right, Riddle-chan?
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His devotion truly is amazing, isn't it? He's also my vice-dorm leader. Normally he's the king, but, well...
[ there are a lot of reasons why trey's title has been stripped down to merely decorative, to the point where no one even uses it. some are more benign, like the simple fact trey isn't the type to lord his title over people like queen riddle does. some reasons, such as riddle's descent into madness at the beginning of the year, are far less appropriate topics of conversation.
riddle huffs, dispelling the troublesome thoughts, as he arranges the last of the countless teacups in front of the (un)birthday boy. ]
Well, today is special. Otherwise, he's the greatest king Heartslabyul, and I of course, could ask for.
[ riddle is (or rather, was) so numb to the loneliness that all he can recall at the moment are the happier memories of his childhood, such as his first tart... though, his mind momentarily goes back to when he'd gotten lost in shu's world, and the young man had treated him to a strawberry tart as well. curious, that.
...that's enough baggage for one day. his wistful smile fades into one of surprise as he looks over to see shu conversing with mademoiselle. ]
Did he not know she was there this whole time...?
[ he mumbles this to himself before the girl regards him, and gives a fierce nod in response. ]
I gave everyone two formal warnings prior to your arrival, so if anyone dares to hurt or upset Mademoiselle, it's a public beheading for them. Mademoiselle, Shu, you can rest assured my card soldiers will lay their lives down for you should it come to that!
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(Never mind that the reliable wise guy in question is currently attempting to converse with a doll...)
Riddle's last words left Shu with more questions—questions about what it means to be "King," and what it means specifically for that bespectacled man to be King while Riddle serves as Queen. (Hopefully it means nothing untoward.) But those questions will have to wait for another time, as Shu is easily distracted by Mademoiselle's reappearance.
Ever the worrywart, Shu had been concerned that Mademoiselle would get smashed to pieces just like the tea sets. But he finds himself satisfied with Riddle's assurances about her safety. Riddle's promises aren't excessive in his book; laying down one's life seems like a perfectly understandable course of action in order to protect his precious doll. He normally dislikes threats of violence, but if something did happen to her, he'd be liable to carry out those public beheadings himself. So, in response:]
Surely you aren't talking about soldiers made from playing cards? You must not have heard the expression "to fall like a house of cards." Nonetheless, I'll take your word for it. I won't worry any longer about our safety here.
[In the past few minutes he's noticed that Riddle seems to have the people here well-trained. Which is for the best; Riddle isn't always right, but Shu believes he's a bright young man who deserves to be listened to.
He turns back to Mademoiselle, eyeing the soap bubble with interest.]
I assume this bubble is enchanted; it has some sort of protective field around it, yes? That's all well and good. But why don't you come down now? Your place at the table is empty; you could sit on your cushion and enjoy the proceedings.
[Mademoiselle responds in her usual chirpy tone.]
It's nice of you to consider me, Shu-kun, but I've been enjoying the party from inside here. Fufu, it's kind of fun to float around ♫ I might not get this opportunity again, so I'd rather keep enjoying it. You should just focus on your conversation with Riddle-chan, okay? There was something he wanted to know about... I think it was your "best friends"?
[With that, Shu looks back at Riddle again, the look in his eyes questioning.]
Is that true? You wish to know about my friends?
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Yes. It's just as Mademoiselle said. Your best friends, those other two performers in Valkyrie, and the like. It may not be a magic school, but Yumenosaki sounds interesting in its own way.
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[Maybe if Yumenosaki offered classes on sorcery, he'd spent less time playing truant in the handicrafts clubroom. Which isn't to say that Shu's always harbored a fascination with magic—on the contrary, before meeting Riddle he assumed that sorcery was make-believe for children. After witnessing Riddle's spell-casting with his own two eyes, however, he stands corrected.]
I suppose I have no choice but to talk about those four. Their behavior is embarrassing; honestly, being seen in public with some of them feels shameful. Nonetheless, I consider them to be—
[Wait.
Riddle's words catch up to him, grinding Shu's speech to a halt alongside his thoughts. He stares, eyes flaring wide. Your best friends, those other two performers in Valkyrie—]
You're wrong.
[He speaks too quickly, too hastily, eyebrows drawn together.]
There's only one other gear in Valkyrie.
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he's just about to beacon over a winged plate stacked with sweets; when shu seems to simultaneously lock up and speak too much, riddle instead taps his finger to his chin in thought. was asking about this a bad idea? ]
I'm certain there was another member in the first couple of videos that were uploaded... The small one, with golden hair. Is he not your friend?
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But between all their recent shows, and all Shu's costume assignments, and his post-graduation plans, and his concerns about Kagehira, and Riddle and Riddle's sorcery, and the strange situations he and Riddle kept finding themselves in, and the Unbirthday and everything else... Shu honestly hasn't had time to think of Nito much at all recently.
He drops his gaze to the table. His eyes are downcast, forehead creased. To be asked that question so innocently feels quite unpleasant indeed.]
He's no longer with Valkyrie. To call us "friends" would be laughable.
[Nito would surely be offended at the suggestion. Shu's convinced himself of that.
His mood has definitely soured, in spite of all the ongoing festivities. He is aware, however, that Riddle meant no harm and couldn't have known better. It would be best for them to shelve this matter and resume their previous discussion. So, that's what he does.]
As I was saying... there are four people I consider to be old friends. [Never mind that "old" means about a year in this case.] We were grouped together as performers and given a strange title: the "five eccentrics." Though that name hasn't been relevant in some time.
[He waves a hand.]
I was never keen on being lumped in with them. To start with, my behavior is far less abnormal than theirs. But I suppose... we are similar in some respects. They stand out from the masses, and are gifted in their own right.
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the curiosity is almost physically painful, and riddle doesn't hide it in his expression, thoughtful and maybe even a bit reproachful since it's not like he wanted to spoil the mood. ]
...I see.
[ just as the king and queen of hearts were inextricably linked, riddle finds himself deflating a bit as well. he wonders how shu would feel if he told him that almost everyone at this party either hates his guts, fears him, or tolerates him to his face. that he's willing to bet that even trey, his king of hearts, still falls into one of those three categories even now.
it's just. shu is just so difficult to get along with-- and maybe this situation isn't so far beyond riddle's realm of understanding after all. he tells himself that's why such a minimal mention of someone who apparently can't stand shu anymore is bothering him more than it should.
thankfully the mention of these five eccentrics brings him back to wonderland. riddle would be lying if he said he believed that shu was less abnormal than his best friends. like what, is one of them a vampire or something?? is his homie a real life guardian angel kind of guy???? does he hang out with some literal umibozu-mermaid-poseidon abomination???? c'mon! ]
The Five Eccentrics... No, I wouldn't say that's a strange name for you all. It's certainly better than the Five Mediocres, or the Five Ordinaries, right?
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Nonetheless... we're in agreement about the term "eccentric." What the masses call "eccentricity" is not always vulgar or offensive, but merely something beyond their narrow comprehension. Many of history's greatest artists were misunderstood in that sense, because the masses couldn't understand their vision.
[Oh, the hardships of life of an artist.]
However, there are some behaviors one should refrain from engaging in, especially within the public eye. The other so-called eccentrics do not see it that way, and lack common sense. That's what separates us.
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[ someone who doesn't understand the brilliance of shu and his squad of creative geniuses. it's unfortunate, but riddle can't say he's surprised. regardless, thankfully he has the emotional stability of the very teacup in front of him, which he is distractedly cutting in half, so his mood bounces back somewhat at the last part of shu's explanation. ]
Well now, you can't mention these odd behaviors and not tell me about them. What are they like?
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He picks up his own knife, tapping it gently on the side of his own cup. Nope. Nothing.]
You really ought to consider becoming a mosaicist. Or a sculptor—that would suit your abilities just as well.
[Still looking a tad flummoxed, Shu shakes his head to himself before he answers Riddle's original question.]
To begin with, one of them likes to submerge himself in bodies of water, such as public fountains. He'll soak for a long period of time and then emerge dripping water everywhere. A nuisance, to say the least. But there's no use talking to him about this; he doesn't listen.
Next is the man known as Hibiki Wataru. I call him a man, but his behavior is akin to that of a clown or court jester's. Everywhere he goes, he makes a spectacle of himself: gesturing flamboyantly, speaking obnoxiously, flying around by blimp, and unleashing flights of doves. He has also shown me some magic tricks, but not real magic like yours. One of them was upsetting; I didn't like it at all.
There's one more "main character" I haven't discussed: Sakuma Rei. He speaks as though he's old man; I'm not sure why he does that. His sleeping arrangements are also peculiar.
Finally, there's the youngest one. His manner of speaking is also odd. He can be overly cheeky as well. But perhaps it's to be expected, given his age. Since he's cute, his disagreeable qualities can be easily overlooked.
[Never mind that Natsume is a whopping one year younger than Shu, making him roughly the same age as Riddle. He's still the baby of the group.]
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[ at the sound of shu's knife clinking softly against the side of his teacup, a jar of jam rolls over from across the table before landing upright before him. maybe it thought he had been crestfallen over some plain cookies or crumpets.
meanwhile, riddle is pouring tea into what is now half his cup, before dropping a trio of sugar cubes into it. by the time shu has finished his explanation, the boy has an amused smile on his face. ]
Eccentric indeed! Though I must say, they sound like they would fit in well here. The merfolk of my school need to take similar measures as your friend, since becoming too dry can make them ill. We have plenty of flamboyant entertainers here as well. Many of our students are long-lived species, such as fae and adeptii, so I'm certain Sakuma Rei would be easily understood.
[ after another sip of his tea-- ]
It's curious that I'm not the only adorable, cheeky young man you know.
[ there was that other one, the one who hates shu's guts, but he didn't look all that cheeky to riddle. he looked miserable, if not dead inside. ]
But, it's reassuring to know you have such lively, wonderful friends.
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While sampling the jam (which is, indeed, delicious) he keeps his ears open while Riddle talks. The first thing to catch his attention is, naturally, the mention of mythological creatures.]
Merfolk and fairies, you say? I suppose that's not entirely surprising. This "Wonderland" of yours is filled to the brim with oddities. That said, I hope for your sake that these classmates you mention are as harmless as the sanitized depictions present in fairytales made for children, and nothing at all like the monsters from ancient myths.
[Merfolk supposedly lure people to their death, while fairies are known for playing tricks on hapless humans. (Tricks involving Pocky, for instance.) Being a powerful sorcerer, hopefully Riddle can protect himself against malevolent creatures if need be. Still... Shu can't help but worry about him. After all, Riddle is small, delicate, and has the appearance of an innocent and adorable young man.
Speaking of which—]
I never said there weren't others.
[In addition to Natsume there's also Chibisuke, and Nito's children (sans the average-looking one). Shu's seen plenty of adorable young men.]
However, you are far more extraordinary than any of them.
[The words flow naturally from his lips; he speaks them with conviction. However, in the aftermath he's left feeling surprised by them, eyes blinking down at his own crumpet. He meant what he said: as a powerful sorcerer, future Queen, and denizen of this strange Wonderland, Riddle is more extraordinary than just about anyone Shu's ever encountered. But to place him above all those other people he knows, including Natsume, whom he cares deeply for as a friend... that carries a certain significance which Shu finds hard to shake off. He returns to his crumpet instead of praising Riddle further.]
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so much so that he even takes it upon himself to prepare a cup of tea for his companion as he speaks. yes, another, because why not. ]
I admit, they can be irritating at times, but the same can be said of all species. Humans are certainly the same way. But, most people outside my dorm know better than to trifle with me, so you have nothing to worry about.
[ so he says, but the mention of this-- this-- harem of other cute little bratty boys that apparently hang around shu in a gaggle (that's what riddle imagines, at least) catches his attention more than it has any right to. shu's save though... goodness, what a save it is. even if that's what it is, a save and nothing more, it still has riddle's cheeks turning a deep red as they pull up into a small smile. he really does feel like a complete simpleton, but what he says time and time again rings true even now. being praised by someone so respectable, so successful, and so bright feels special somehow. that whole being in love thing probably helps a bit too, but it mostly comes from a place of wanting to be as inspirational to others as the queen of hearts once was. ]
Of course I am. It should go without saying.
[ by now, riddle knows how shu tends to take his tea, and goes about preparing it properly. ]
None of them can do magic the way I can, and I doubt their grades are as good as mine. Most importantly, I'm quite happy to be your friend and would never leave your side.
[ unlike valkyrie's former member apparently; riddle wonders for a moment if such an unnecessary comment was overstepping. it's not shu's fault he's apparently angry with or jealous of someone he's never met, after all. but still... riddle needs him to know, just in case. ]
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[Shu receives the tea just in time for it to distract him from musing aloud about human nature, which is just as well. His speeches on the subject have a tendency to stretch on and on forever. Better than he sips his tea and eats his crumpet instead.
He does look up from his food again when Riddle's last words sink in, glancing at the boy from the corner of his eye. That statement caught him by surprise; he's used to hearing Kagehira proclaim that they'll be together forever and ever, but to hear those words from Riddle... it's unexpected, to say the least. And given that Riddle was inquiring about Nito a few minutes ago, Shu can't help but feel as though those words sound rather pointed.
What does Riddle know about him, anyway? Riddle may proclaim he'd stay, but if he'd been there to witness Valkyrie's fall from grace, or been a member himself while Shu was at his most tyrannical, there's no telling how he would have acted. But perhaps Shu shouldn't be taking this declaration of friendship so seriously to start with. That's all it is, after all. Yet as someone who's been betrayed by someone he considered a "friend" before... it means something to Shu regardless.]
I'm happy to be yours as well, so that works out rather nicely.
[The words are said quietly and with sincerity. Yet again, after he's finished talking, Shu can't help but realize that they sounded... strange. He and Riddle are playing the role of King and Queen quite well, aren't they? But—no, no, what is he thinking?!
Feeling increasingly flustered, Shu clears his throat.]
Anyway—you may have already noticed, but I have something to unveil to you once we're finished eating. I daresay you'll rather like it.
[Yes, let's change the subject. Specifically let's change it to the suitcase Shu carried with him into Wonderland and left sitting on the grass beneath the table.]
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the sudden shift in subject is also a bit of a relief because riddle knows he's (emotionally, respectfully) down bad and any further mickey mousing around is bound to land him in hot water. plus, of course a spoiled rotten thing like him loves getting gifts. ]
Is that so? You shouldn't have. Today is your unbirthday after all. Mm, but wait,
[ he pauses for a moment to feed himself a forkful of whatever sweet treat happens to be in front of him. ]
today is my unbirthday too, isn't it? Well, you have my gratitude. Am I allowed a hint as to what it is?
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As I recall, you informed me that you're capable of riding a broomstick, but that you don't have the proper clothes for it and are forced to wear sweats. I thought that was a shame, so I designed you a three-piece outfit myself, as well as a hat and a pair of boots. Though I may have gotten carried away on certain parts.
[He just couldn't help himself. The thought of Riddle sailing through the skies was so inspiring. Anyway, he waves his hand.]
I'd be happy to get it out right now, but first, we must finish our feast and clear some space on the table.
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his delight at shu's gift is much more straightforward, however; riddle quickly dabs the corners of his mouth with a napkin before smiling excitedly. ]
You made all that for me? You really shouldn't have! Far be it from me to turn away something so wonderful, though. Truthfully, I had always wanted to try on something you have made, so you could say this really is a wish come true.
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[ hopefully shu wasn't too attached to his tea. the same can't be said of a few of the other guests, who shriek when the chaos begins. the heartslabyul residents recognize what's about to happen when they see their tiny queen climb onto the cushion of his throne before taking a deep breath. ]
CLEAN CUP!!! Clean cup, move down!
[ riddle turns to snatch shu's tea cup out of his hands (of course he covers the top with his palm to prevent it from spilling onto his dear fussy king) and gives it a good lob across the tea garden. the other residents follow suit before hauling their guests out of their seats. as everyone shoves their way to the seat or table next to them, riddle slides back onto his seat. ]
Now then. Where were we?
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[Shu shifts his eyes, cheeks coloring just a little bit.]
You are an important friend to me. You deserve only the best.
[Riddle went to the trouble of preparing this elaborate celebration, after all. He deserves to be repaid in kind. Though, uh, speaking of the party spread...
Shu prepares for chaos when Riddle climbs onto his throne and yells again. He was not expecting the cup to be snatched out of his hand, though, and he makes an indignant noise in response. If Riddle had simply asked him to set down the cup so they could clear the dishes, he would have done so!
But that's not how things work here, and the sound of crashing china soon fills the air—a sound (and sight) he finds less startling the third time around. It gets his blood pumping. He feels a deep-seated, instinctive distress when he sees something beautiful shattered to bits, but by now he's resigned to it. Moreover, there's something undeniably cathartic about smashing things. He's destroyed objects in a fit of rage before, so he knows. Creation and destruction are two sides of the same coin.
As for the guests getting hauled off, Shu has no complaints about that. Frankly, he cared more about the china than he did about them. Once they're gone and the table has been cleared, Shu gets out of his seat, kneels down in the grass, and locates the carry-on suitcase he left beneath the table. It's still there, untouched, for which he's grateful; he would've been livid if the fairies had snatched it from under his nose. He worked very hard on that costume. So, so hard. He ignored schoolwork to make it.]
Let's start with the footwear.
[Those are in a separate compartment from the rest of the costume, after all. And since Shu considers the hat to be the costume's crowning gem, he ought to save it for last. Reaching inside the suitcase, Shu withdraws two knee-high lace-up fake leather boots and presents them for Riddle to inspect.]
You're accustomed to wearing shoes like this, yes? These shouldn't be too different from what you're used to. I took care to make sure they'd offer you support.
[While also looking stylish as fuck. He assumes Riddle will like them, but he is watching his reaction to make sure.]
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when the boots come out, goodness-- riddle is visibly starstruck, eyes widening in wonder as he first gives them a long look. ]
These are...
[ they look like the sort of things the nobles in the queen of hearts' time would wear. gingerly, as if accepting a treasure, he takes one of the boots and turns it to and fro, examining the heel, clearly pleased with its height. ]
They're exquisite, and surprisingly light as well. They'll be perfect for flying.
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Shu watches with great satisfaction as Riddle examines the boots. From those widened eyes, to the reverent way he touches his gift, the boy's awe couldn't be more obvious, and Shu couldn't be happier to see it. He's confident in his own skill, of course, and he expected Riddle to be appreciative; after all, high-heeled boots are something he wears often (and wears very well). But after all the times Shu's sewn some garment or another for Nito—a frilly blouse closed with a brooch, stockings and socks edge with hand-tatted lace, a pair of knickerbockers—well... let's just say he's used to seeing his hard work go to waste.
But not this time. Not anymore. At last Shu has found someone who fits his physical idea, delicate and androgynous and adorable like a doll, and that person actually wants to be dressed up. He understands Shu's artistic vision. He knows that Shu knows what he'd look best in. Their interests are aligned. To Shu, Riddle is more than just a dear friend.
He's a muse and an inspiration.]
Aren't they, aren't they? ♪ The heel will give you a lift and make you seem powerful, and it's wide enough so that it should be easy to walk in. Though I suppose your feet won't be touching the ground throughout most of their use... Still, dismounting should be easy.
[There's more he could say about what he wanted to express with the design, but he refrains from now. Though giving Riddle the chance to show proper appreciation for each piece has its own appeal, he's honestly eager to have him see more. So with that, Shu returns to the suitcase.
Out comes a large bundle of mostly-dark cloth. Several garments are folded neatly on top of one another: a blouse, a pair of shorts, shimmery gold leggings to go underneath the shorts, and a long black hooded cloak with gold trim to match those leggings. Visibly excited, Shu hands the pile over, setting it on the table before Riddle.]
There's one more piece after this. I daresay you'll be able to guess what it is.
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it'll be okay. he got his twisted tetanus shot along with his ricky rat rabies vaccine.he's so enamored with the boots that shu's words nearly go amiss to him. who could blame him? they look like something straight out of a historical period drama, something only noble magicians with the most important of jobs would wear. he's never had to dismount his broom while wearing his stilettos, so the wide heel is also appreciated.
as if custom-made shoes weren't enough, shu actually procures more and more pieces for him from his suitcase riddle is half-sure is magic itself. it's difficult to resist just laying everything out to look at as one ensemble, but the gold lining of the cape is especially mesmerizing. he can't help but reach out to run his gloved fingertips along the textured fabric, wondering if gold will actually suit him. his clothing at home is devoid of any real personality, neutrally-colored blouses and slacks, no high heels or dramatic reds in sight. riddle hasn't had much of a chance to experiment with, well, much of anything in the way of fashion.
just as he's about to pick up the long cloak and go through the other pieces, shu catches his intrigue. ]
One more piece after this? Let's see...
[ he hums in thought before looking to shu with a smile. ]
Will it be an old-fashioned witch's hat?
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[And with an indulgent smile, Shu unveils the final item. It is, indeed, a witch's hat. The brim is 48 centimeters wide, with gold trim to match the cape, but the showstopper here is obviously the giant bow—gold as well, of course. Evidently, the answer is yes; gold suits Riddle perfectly, at least in Shu's mind.]
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So cute and beautiful...! There are so many details, I don't even know where to begin-- but the ribbon is my favorite part. May I try it on now?
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Of course. I made it just for you to wear. Go ahead and place it on your head—I'll hold your crown.