[Alas—Shu's jovial mood wasn't meant to last. All traces of a smile vanish from his face when the students hurl that damn cake onto the table, smashing that elegant tea set in the process. He damn near leaps out of his seat, hands raising to cover his own face.]
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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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.]