[ 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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[ 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?