“—IT’S BEST NOT TO PRY, FOR NOW.”
Trey can’t say there’s much conviction behind his words, but anything to temper Kalen for the night is an edge he’d prefer to have. The walk to the candlelit altar is marked with an air of trepidation that he’d prefer not to dwell on. Nothing about this year’s Halloween preparations has been routine—all the more reason for nothing impulsive to be said and done. Trey saunters casually, taking the lead between the two of them towards their post for the night, but his words are orders, not a simple suggestion. They’re here to do a job, and represent Heartslabyul as they do it.
Trey can’t say he’s looking forward to losing so much time to just a candle, but it can’t be helped.
“And it gets us out of cooking duty for one night.” It’s a wry comment with a smile that’s halfway between a grimace and outright wincing; Trey only hopes the sophomores that stepped up in their absence are better cooks than bakers.
Trey takes his time to walk around the perimeter of the altar, hands in his pockets and alert, even under the guise of nonchalance. A silence settles on his end, brow furrowed in thought while he considers the best way to stand vigil—in theory, it would be best to make their posts on either side, but the thought of his back to Kalen or the the candle—
—Well. It’s not a pleasant option, to say the least.
At least it isn’t a windy night, although the scant breeze picks up the sound of distant bells from somewhere. It’s a pleasant sound, albeit unusual for the time of night—
“Not many people have a reason to pass by this late, so if we’re lucky, it’s an uneventful night and we have nothing to report.” Trey’s arms cross in front of his chest as he finishes his careful circle, electing to let go of feigning a casual demeanor. The bells keep catching, although Trey swears they’re closer than before. “Not too cold, either. Weird as this is, it could be worse.”
He has more to say, but the gentle tinkling is no longer background noise to catch in snippets, but a sharp ringing in his ear. The candlelit vigil is brighter than before, and the air a dash warmer for the trouble.
Perched and ready to pass judgment, a fire fairy hovers over the top of the altar before perching themselves down with crossed legs and arms.
Ah, that's right. They have a supervisor, tonight. One that appears none too pleased.
Trey can’t say he understands the toiling of their speech, but from the sudden shift—melodic chimes to a deeper sound that grates on gently-fraying nerves—their companion is in a particular mood tonight.
“—I think it wants something.”
ALMOST IMMEDIATELY, KALEN IS UNDER THE ASSUMPTION that he's just been sent on a fool's errand. There were no hard feelings on his end— it was only a matter of time, he figures.
But still, that leaves him with the lingering question: Why have Trey come with him? If he was to be spending time on menial tasks, it was a bold choice to send one of the dorm's most important figures.
Whatever. This should be easy. He's a little irked at not being able to prepare dinner beforehand ( he finds cooking skills of the two sophmores left in charge to be more than questionable, at best ).
The moment they make it to the alter, Kalen's happy-go-lucky demeanor instantly switches. He's instantly more alert, more attentive, more cautious. His eyes scan the area, occasionally whipping his head around to observe the other side, looking akin to something like a trained dog.
Moves calculated, expression cold... it's almost as if he's done this before.
If Trey is paying close enough attention, he may notice the way Kalen's eyes subtly dart to the location of any small noise, and the way his eyebrows furrow ever so slightly in frustration as he tries to figure out where the ringing is coming from.
“ Woo-ooah, look. ” Kalen's 'tough guy' persona is quickly dropped, as Trey attempts to hear them out. He makes the mental note to regard them as friend, rather than foe. “ Heyy, hope you're havin' a good night so far! ”
The fairy sends a harsh glare his way. If looks could kill, Kalen would be double dead. Ouch.
Kalen pats himself down, in desperate search for a pen... no such luck.
“ Ack, Seven, ok... ” He tugs on his hair slightly, looking around... aha! “ Excuse me? Can you maybe... act it out? ”
The fairy snaps back some retort. At least, that's what Kalen thinks it is. He's not too sure.
“ I know, I know. It sounds dumb, but— ”
The fairy let's out a prolonged groan, standing up, then taking flight to better match the boys' monsterous height. They give a look as if to say brace yourselves. With one action after another, the scene unfolds:
Waking up late. Getting scolded. Trying to go rest, and watch a show. Is immediately interrupted by a large bird. Chasing off the bird. Finally getting back home, all roughed up. Fixing theemselves, sitting back down... notified of something... they get back up. They then gesture to the candle, and the watch on Kalen's wrist.
After they're done, they're out of breath, holding out their arms as if to say 'Ta-daa!' They even look pleased for a moment, as Kalen gives them a raucous applause.
“ Aaah, I get it! ” He sticks out his pointer finger, lightbulb ( albiet a dim one ) going off in his head. The fairy watches in anticipation. “ Uh, yeah. No. Nevermind, I'm lost. ”
The fairy sends a spark of fire his way— not enough to turn him into a human candle, but enough to make Kalen quickly back away.