#twistedxspinachpuffs

[piquuse]

We few, we spelldriven few.

Of the 810 rules sanctioned by the Queen of Hearts, Deuce had honestly thought that one of them would have mentioned something about how the croquet field was only to be used for croquet games; luckily, it seemed to only apply during Unbirthday Party festivities. With the rising fuss over prepping for the school’s spelldrive season however, timeslots for private use on the school’s practice fields were filling up fast. And even though Trey had been able to snag a couple of hours for the entire dorm’s use, their booking was still about a week out; until then, individual training was encouraged until they could start ironing out their line up on the field.

With the various sets of fresh gear (extra disks, field cone markers—Kalen must have gone all out, those strap-on weights must not have been cheap), the idea of a simple small practice seemed to fly straight out the window. Gripping his broom, Deuce stares at the small treasure trove of miscellaneous spelldrive gear with mild confusion lacing his words.

          ”I thought we were just doing formation flying practice today?” Or at least, that’s what he had thought they were doing. In truth, he just remembers being shaken by the shoulders until he was dizzy when he had asked Kalen if he would help him practice as his senior. He was seeing floating Grim’s on strawberry tarts for a bit after that. “Huh, I didn’t realize how much stuff you needed for that.”

ready to become the wind, @twistedxspinachpuffs , @vorpalswxrd ?

[troisfleur]

(jingles miserably)

playing fae court jester with @twistedxspinachpuffs // continued from here. ♣️

KALEN ROCA HAS HIS USES. Delicate diplomacy is not one of them.

Trey sets that aside, mounting exasperation de damned, and focuses on the fairy’s movements as he lets his gaze track between Kalen’s concentrated expression and the clear disdain they’re earning the longer their companion has to hover. He takes one step back—polite, and also wary of a potential attack, just to prove a point—and clears his throat in turn. The look he gives Kalen is subtle, but pointed: best to calm down and stop provoking them further.

A night off-duty was never in the cards. Ah well. Truth be told, he’d never taken the vice housewarden hat off—

Trey clears his throat, nodding as though he understood the fire fairy’s plight in full. “Seems like it’s been a busy day. We didn’t mean to add to the headache.”

The erratic movements are hard to track, although they paint enough of a picture to tell him the facts. No one guarding the altar tonight is in a good mood, and the one with no reservations on setting the other two on fire had a worse start to it than missing dinner.

The fairy, for their part, doesn’t move from a scowl, but at least looks marginally less interested in serving students flambé. One circle around the both of their heads has Trey straightening himself even further, following their movements with a cautious eye before returning back to perch.

A gentler chime, what Trey is assuming is a groan: same shit, different week. (Paraphrased loosely, from his educated guess.)

One leg crosses over the over, and the fairy peers down at the both of them, mirroring Trey’s crossed arms and giving them a hard stare; Trey mirrors it back.

“We aren’t here for a fight. All of us have a job to do, right? So it’d be best if we cooperated for as long as we’re here.”

They at least look as though they’re considering the flimsy olive branch extended, a finger tapping at their chin, and then a gesture: dismissive, down towards them, back at peering down their nose. The gaze is still disdainful, but now seems… expectant.

“…Come again?”

Ah, the glare’s back in full force, as well as the furious chimes that Trey swears he can feel rattle down his bones to every last nerve he’s got. The next motion is a little clearer: index finger looping in a circle, a universal spin for me, or—

                                                           …Dance?

[mostrum]

continued from here. 

@twistedxspinachpuffs​

Kalen’s eyes were suddenly wide as saucers, realizing the implication of his words. Riddle wasn’t around, was he? He did a quick scan on the room to be sure. Seems like the coast was clear.

“No,” Even with the comfort of his dorm leader’s absence, the poor boy felt as if he was walking on eggshells, “I wouldn’t say Mr. Rosehearts is unapproachable. He’s a cool dude, who always thinks about what’s best for the dorm, but his punishments are kinda…unorthodox.”

“Yes, one can even claim that he makes an exemplary form of the Queen’s severity.” Azul’s gaze stays trained upon Kalen, breaking only once to follow the taller student’s weary glance ‘round the perimeter. “I must applaud Mr. Riddle for the reins he’s fastened on his dorm members. Why, Mr. Kalen, you even look quite spooked to be sharing a thought on him!” 

[rove-bogge]

Continued from here @twistedxspinachpuffs ~~~~

Rove clung to Kalen slightly swaying on his feet, subconsciously entwining itself with the music as he stared up at the taller male. An almost cat like smile on his lips that was similar to a certain cheshire cat that sulked around the Heartslabyul leader.

His mouth suddenly felt dry as one thought echoed in his head.

I wanna dance with Kelan....

He huffed slightly unsure how to ask the rather embarrassing request from the other before he suddenly smirked slyly as he thought of a way to get what he wanted without outright admitting it.

"You want to dance with me don't you Kelan." He said bluntly, making it out that clearly Kelan wanted to dance with him and not the other way around. He felt oh so clever for his idea.

"All you have to do is just ask me...I might even say yes." His voice was slightly slurred from his drinks from earlier though it likely made his voice sound more like he was purring the words as he playfully taunted Kelan with no actual bite like his normal tone.

[99lostsouls]

❌ How do you feel about Idia? So you like him?

....

I can't stand idia shroud! he's insufferable and so annoying! I hate sharing a room with him, I hate how he murmurs song lyrics under his breath when he's working! he's not my brother, only my manufacturer! （｀Δ´）！

[brashnbolt]

" don't worry, i have a plan. "

The pair had been stuck in this supply closet for almost an hour now, the sun had already set... any plan was better than no plan, I guess.

The half-faerie's eyebrows furrowed deeper on his forehead, wearing a frown that matched his growing frustration. Some of the only sound to be heard in the supply closet was the increasingly loud tapping of his toe on the tiled floor. Sebek knew that the mess hall would be closing shortly and his empty rumbling stomach was very obviously not a fan of that. By the time they got out of this mess, he would either have to settle for the meagre options left in the cafeteria, or resort to eating his snack stash to tie him over until the morning.

Sebek inhales a deep breath, shoulders visibly rising and falling as he did his best to compose himself.

"And what, may I ask, is that?"

Though perhaps maybe if he started shouting, they'd stand a much quicker chance of getting rescued.

[rove-bogge]

“we’re more than friends. we’re family.”

(But he's saying this in his frilly pink apron and matching chef hat.)

Rove had somehow got roped into helping Kalen make bits for the next unbirthday event his house was planning. Talk about picking the worst time to walk into the kitchen but at least he would snag some snacks to take back to the dorm for him and maybe Idia. He had been smashing biscuits in a bag for cheesecake cups when the other had spouted the line. 

Stood there in all his glory holding a tray of steaming pastries. It was comical to the point he was laughing so hard he almost fell off the bar stool he was on holding his sides with tears in his eyes. "Omfg!!" He wheezed. "I've split a seam! Omfg that's so cringe!" He sniggered but then the look the other gave him….shit not a joke? 

"You're joking? You're joking?" He asked, voice cracking in almost fear, a brief moment of vulnerability hitting him. "You gotta be….it's always a joke…" he scoffed angrilly beating the biscuits in response with the rolling pin. Any protest that Kalen may have given Rove's spare hand would lift in the universal hush motion. Brows furrowed as he focused, releasing pent up anger on the crumbled mess in a food baggie.

When he was done he placed the wooden item down letting a breath hands lifting to push back his bangs as he released a breath before a dark smile grew on his lips. "That was a funny joke Kalen…I'm sure your to stupid to understand but no doubt one of your idiotic house mates put you up to it…was it Cater? Were they hoping I'd cry tears of joy that someone wants to be friends with the bug boy to load it up to magicam? One big funny joke huh!!!" His voice took on a dark growl. "Well fuck you all I don't need you pity or mockery, Idiot!" He barked angrily, shaking to his core. Even Dollface who had come with him seemed to be retreating from Rove.

[rove-bogge]

A lucky charm

@twistedxspinachpuffs

Every now and then Rove would disappear into the aether. Not that there was anyone there to really notice or if they did they enjoyed freedom from the bug boy's presence. 

After those few days, an exhausted Rove would appear either in a good mood or the foulest mood imaginable. Nobody questioned it just kept out of the way of his sick glee or thunderous rage. 

And now was another of those times. It had been four days with no hair or sign of Rove. Unknown to others he was holed up in his room. Crouched over his desk staring at his three monitor setup dead panned expression. He had barely moved the last few days, the bottles of water he had now bone dry as he chewed his thumb nail between rounds. This had been an intense poker tournament. The winning pot was eye wateringly large and he wanted to take it all home. 

He got into the finals but his rival had as well. 

"Stitchdoptera…it's been a while since you and I have sat across the theoretical table. You missed the last tournament, we missed you." The smug man's voice came through his headphones. 

Rove frowned but refrained from grinding his teeth. He had tests that week so had to skip…making his rival the victor causing him to be far more smug this time round…giving even Azul a run for his money in infuriating Rove to the core in salt. 

And this led him to his current situation of trying to card count to figure out what possibilities were and how good his hand was while his rival tried every tactic to goad him into a mistake. His toes curled and tapped on his chair as he tried not to get frazzled.