it's been a hard day on campus - exm after exam, the adeuce trio dragging you into trouble (despite being two years higher), and finally having to track malleus down before gargoyle club is supposed to start.
and now - just as evening hits and you're slowly walking (read: dragging) yourself to ramshackle, there stands a familiar figure. and it only means one thing.
he turns to you with a smile too wide and sharp to be anything other than inhuman - the sparkle in his eyes promises mischief. and he got kicked out of his dorm because he tried cooking (for the 4th time this week - its only tuesday)
lilia holds up two of (what you're assuming to be this worlds equivilant of) mcdonalds happy meals.
"already checked the boxes! you got bowser, and i got peach!"
and somehow - that smile of his gets wider.
You’d think living in a literal haunted house would make you immune to more mundane spooky encounters like hearing a pair of footsteps following you on your walk back home, but you still feel the pinprick sensation of the hairs on the back of your neck rising with each echoing footfall.
You turn back for the third time since you heard them. Like the last two times you checked, no one is there.
You resist the urge to turn a fourth time when the footsteps start up once again, instead picking up your pace as you speed walk your happy ass towards Ramshackle.
The creaky iron gates have never sounded more inviting as they lunge open with a squeal, welcoming you in before you slam them shut behind you, hopefully in the face of whoever might be following you. You give one last glance behind to see no one.
When you turn back forward you’re face to face with Lilia Vanrouge.
“AH!”
“Silver sent me away before I could finish cooking dinner,” he says as if he did not just attempt to give you a heart attack, fangs peeking from his smile as he holds out a greasy paper bag. “So I got us Happy Meals.”
You stare at the proffered bag, hand on your chest as your heart rate begins to steady. “Burger or chicken nuggets?”
“Nuggies, obviously. How would we lovingly throw the food into each other’s mouths if I got us burgers? Our mouths are too small. For now.”
You ignore that surprisingly ominous line, stepping around Lilia to unlock your front door. “Okay, but if I miss the chicken nugget and it falls on the floor, I’m still eating it.”
“I would expect nothing less,” he says as he follows you inside.
