[ no words are spoken as he approaches the table. it's a pretty large one, all things considered, meant for he assumes would be plates upon plates of snacks and cups of tea that would make a pretty wonderful party. and maybe that's what it usually is for! but right now, it is simply a place for riddle to organize his notes and study properly.
the papers are in the way though. he carefully moves them aside. yes, he could shove them away and cause quite the mess, but he knows that he can do plenty to irritate riddle without causing him to erupt.
why does he do this? so he can flop onto the table, 'swim' up so that he could be almost up to the smaller boy's chest. so he can be a little silly. playful at his own risk. ]
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the papers are in the way though. he carefully moves them aside. yes, he could shove them away and cause quite the mess, but he knows that he can do plenty to irritate riddle without causing him to erupt.
why does he do this? so he can flop onto the table, 'swim' up so that he could be almost up to the smaller boy's chest. so he can be a little silly. playful at his own risk. ]
Well... ya ready?