❁dreaming kingdom: wata ritsu
@ritzucrackers ❤
Shuffling about in the dim lighting of the Theatre Club’s room, quiet huffs and hums could be heard escaping the club president’s lips, an audible labor of love as he hefted a rather large cardboard box from one end to the other. From the lid overflowed a number of odd props, like the bottom remnants of a magician’s bag of tricks; by the look of all of the boxes that had been piled up and moved around, it was apparent that Wataru was trying to organize the club room in some manner. Everything still seemed quite randomly placed - perhaps in a system only meant to be understood by an Oddball, and the number of curious items that had turned up seemed as if they had been collected over thousands of years. A proud smile graced his lips as he stacked box upon box, emptying his arms and then slapping his hands together to free them of the dust that had subsided. The hardworking Hibiki Wataru wasted little time turning to the back of the room once more; it was beginning to clear up - sparse boxes accompanied by a pair of lavishly decorated chair and sofa, floor lamps and paintings from old sets and books piled as high as one’s shoulders, containing script after script and...
“... Oho? What’s this?”
There was a prop he hadn’t expected to see, tucked in the corner upon the sofa that had once been hidden by the boxes he had been moving... a human body? How fascinating! Perhaps a little alarming... ?! No, upon closer inspection, this was a familiar sight indeed. The younger Sakuma, dozing peacefully away, hidden in the darkness of the Theatre Club’s treasured secrets. Though the discovery had been quite a surprise, he supposed it made sense; the Club room was very dark, after all, and few braved to enter thanks to the reputation of its one-and-only President...
But this would not do. What poor form he showed, not knowing he had a guest... and how rude of him, to have missed a chance to properly welcome Sakura Ritsu into his domain. Sleeping so sweetly, leaving himself open for the perfect chance for a surprise; tiptoeing back behind the curtain, he returned with a creeping silence, holding his hands together in front of him and above the sleeping vampire, to reveal within them a...
CRACK!! POP!!!
“Good morning, good afternoon-- perhaps a good evening to one of your kind★!! That you would grace my humble abode with your presence and make it your nest... Amazing!! I am quite honoured to host you!” Confetti and streamers rained from the colourful popper he held in his hands, unleashed over Ritsu’s head to scatter a rainbow of paper colours overtop his sleeping form. “Had I known I would be receiving a guest, I would have prepared tea! You must forgive my rudeness, as you have given me quite the surprise... It is quite curious that I’ve found you here; like a fantasy story come to life... ahahaha★!”
