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Grim just ate all your snacks back in Ramshackle, and now he is sleeping peacefully on your bed. With classes now over you have nothing but free time - and you decide you're going to use it in a way that'll satisfy the need to decompress. (Professor Crewel's lessons are intense, but he's an amazing teacher that makes sure you've got it.) So here you are, stepping through the mirror leading to Heartslabyul, looking around for the easier people to find.

Peering around the roses, Cater is the first to appear, taking selfies in front of some bouquets he was making. His eye flickers to you when you give a wave, and he grins putting away his phone.

"Ayyy, if it's not [Name] themselves! How you doin', sweetie?" He gives you a finger pistol, a wink, and a click. "If you're lookin' for Trey, he's inside doin-"

Not thinking too much about your actions, you cut him off, putting your arms around him. Resting your head on his shoulder, you softly sigh as he freezes up a margin, as though questioning what he did to warrant this.

"Uhhhh..." Eventually his hands awkwardly go to your back. "... By the Queen of Hearts am I in trouble?"

Gently breaking from him you give a guilty smile. "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you nervous. Grim's not with me right now and I don't wanna bother him when he's back at Ramshackle napping." He generally does after eating a lot, little glutton. "Thanks for indulging me - see you later, Cater!"

"... Uhhh, you're welcome?" Cater calls after you as you run off into the dormitory. "... Man, they sure broke the mold when they made you, huh?"

Pushing past the heart-shaped doors into the dorm, you next see Trey sitting down, looking through some paperwork. At first he looks exasperated, maybe even annoyed or irate, when he first raises his head. But then when his eyes find yours, and he recognizes you, his disposition shifts. With a heave of his chest he stands up, half-jogging up so you don't have to walk too far. With his signature lopsided cool guy smile he has a hand keeping papers close and the other on his hip.

"Hey, [Name]," He greets. "If you're looking for Riddle, he should be coming back from the stables anytime now."

Stepping to the side his free hand is on - you don't want to mess up his vice housewarden work - you settle for a half hug. Swallowing you lean into him, sighing just as you did Cater, feeling him put his arm around your shoulders.

"Oh... Uhh, you okay?" He asks. "This is kinda out of the blue. I'm not complaining, but you're good, right? Is something bothering you?"

Shaking your head, you break away, nodding appreciatively. "No, don't worry, I'm okay." You accompany this with a smile. "Grim's napping so I don't have anything to hug. I hope you don't mind."

His head goes back a bit with a chuckle bouncing his chest. "Okay, I getcha. But if you need anyone to talk to, don't hesitate, okay? Exams coming up and all." Oh shit, that's right. "You've got my shoulder anytime."

Your smile grows into a grin. "Thanks, Trey."

"Trey!" Riddle's voice rings into the dorm. "Did you get everything organized while I was out?" He blinks as you turn to face him properly. "Oh, hello, [Name]. Ace and Deuce are still out and about, if you're looking for them." His head tilts as you break from Trey to approach him.

"Thanks, Riddle." You kneel down a bit to be more at his eye level, noting his eyebrow twitch a bit at the action. (Briefly you remember Floyd does it too to taunt him.) "May I please give you a hug, Riddle?"

His eyes widen a bit, head straightening like a curious kitten. "I beg your pardon?" It's an out of left field request, and probably new to someone like him not known to be very snuggly. "You're asking for a hug? Did I hear you wrong?"

"Not at all." You back up a bit all the same, prepared for him to reject you. "I ask because Grim's not with me right now, and... I'm kind of missing having something to hug." Not to say Grim's always thrilled to be snuggled selfishly. "But if you're not okay with it, don't worry, alright?"

For a moment Riddle is silent, cupping his chin pensively. This doesn't last long, a soft smile touching his lips as he opens his arms. There's an odd hesitation in his body language, as if he's not sure if this is how to hug or if he should at all. But all that seems to melt away as you wrap him in your arms, taking in the smell of the library and... is that a chestnut tart you smell on him? After a moment of stillness, his arms wrap around you as well, and a deep, long exhale drops his chest.

For a moment, his heart pours into you: a calm, before breaking into a mix of confusion and longing. Grieving that he hasn't felt an embrace so sincere - has his mother never hugged him? - and that he's missed out on so much. But now he's sinking into your body, slightly gripping your clothes as though afraid of what will happen if he lets go.

Your one hand finds his head, giving it a gentle stroke, and he perks a moment before a soft sniffle breaks the silence. (Trey must have left to give you some privacy.)

"Riddle?" You ask, and that's when he gently breaks away, turning from you so you don't see the tears lining his eyes.

"It's alright, I'm fine." His voice is fragile. "Erm... thank you."

Deciding to give him some space, you nod. "I'll see you around, Riddle."

As you leave and head towards the mirror leading back to NRC, you swear you can hear Riddle's weeping in the wind; the cry of a child that can't find their mother. Though your heart aches, there's little you can do... Poor Riddle. Even with his Overblot being behind him, the past still haunts in all its different shades. Soon that agony will fade, as it well should, and find its place in him, be that a guiding figure to a bright future or his undoing. You have no doubt, truly, that the former will happen. Riddle's too kindhearted.

Yeah... Despite everything, Heartslabyul's housewarden is a kind young man.

Stepping through the mirror and back into the hall, you give a nod to some students preparing to return to their dorms, pushing through them and back into the hall. Stretching a bit, you momentarily pause to open your ears, momentarily hoping to hear Grim shouting your name at the top of his lungs. When this doesn't happen you sigh with a shrug, wandering a bit aimlessly until a strange chaos reaches your ears.

"Alls I'm sayin', we'd have seen 'em right now!" Ace grunts. "Especially Grim, with the amount of racket he makes."

Just as the crowd parts a bit, Deuce's eyes meet yours. A goofy grin stretches his lips, and he raises an arm to wave you over. "There you are! Hey! We were looking for you! Weird to see ya without Grim, by the way, is- Guh!"

Practically shooting yourself into him, your arms wind around Deuce at the speed of Grim setting poor Kalim's butt on fire. Almost immediately he reciprocates the embrace, albeit in a very confused and slightly concerned manner of patting your head as well.

"Oh... Geez, you okay? Did something happen to Grim?" Ace pipes up. "Who do we gotta teach a lesson to this time?"

"No one's, Ace." You pull back a bit to give them a smile, reaching and tugging him in so he has a turn. "I'd just really like some hugs." Your actual reason is completely lost now.

Nervously chuckling, he worms his arms between you and Deuce to give you a proper hug, until it becomes a very awkward trio hug that the other students look judgmentally at.

"You got it, you weirdo."

Full disclosure, there is no patience for making transitions. That being said, Leona is the next one to look for.

So, at first you wander to where you first met him, where he very unfairly attempted to intimidate you after you accidentally stepped on his tail. All is forgiven and forgotten since you did do him a few solids in the time you've known him, but you're pretty sure he's been half-expecting you to do it again at some point. Not that it's in your itinerary or anything - quite the opposite actually. You've been watching your feet every time you've gone to the Botanical Garden since then.

And lucky you, according to one of the members, Leona's sleeping in the temperate zone.

Cautiously approaching him, one hand under his head as his tail twitches in his dreams, you kneel at his side to gauge his expression. Reaching, you give him a few pokes, hoping it'll be enough to wake him up. Careful you squish his cheek, earning only a snort. A few more, and his other hand comes up in a swatting motion but there's no more reaction. Swallowing, you decide not to push your luck and wait a couple of seconds.

Once you're certain he won't be waking up to anything you do, you cautiously move so you're hovering over him... Oh, man, he's pretty handsome, huh. Measured and quiet, you move your arms so you're hugging him proper, managing to not put your full weight on him.

... Of course, much to your luck...

"Mgh?" Leona finally stirs, perking a bit at the new way of waking up. When your head shoots up, and your gazes meet, he relaxes again. "Oh, it's just you..." Closing his eyes again - and in three seconds exactly he's asleep again. Swallowing, you linger for just a few seconds, beginning to push back up-

Suddenly, his arm slings up, and he changes positions, dragging you with him.

"EEK!"

Before you've realized it, you're being spooned, his one arm around your waist and the other diagonal across your torso. It's not a punishing mischief, or some way of mocking you, but rather it's... unconscious reciprocation? At first you tremble, staring at your reflections in the glass letting in that gorgeous sunlight. When you realize both in his unchanging expression and his measured breathing that he's still asleep, you sigh. That doesn't change much...

Pushing down on the floor, you try to wrench yourself free... Nope. No change. You try and roll you two over, nothing again. Throwing caution to the wind you put your hands on Leona's shoulders, pushing until you sweat. Somehow, some way, his arms don't move even a millimeter, in fact pulling you straight back into his body. The harsh contact pushes a breath from your body, and finally you notice Leona's expression shift.

Unable to contain himself, his head tilts back with roaring laughter bouncing you on him. Finally releasing you, he gets himself in a sidelounge, resting his head on his fist with the most cunty expression you've ever seen.

"What, you went through all this, and you're not gonna stick around for a cuddle? I thought you were wanting something." Then more chuckles, before he dismissively waves. "Go on then, don't wanna stop you from your adventures. Come back anytime!"

With a roll of his fingers he watches through narrowed eyes as you rush out with Sonic speed. "Feh. Hate to see 'em leave, love to watch 'em go."

Not even a second after you're out, Ruggie bounds around the corner, ears perking at the sight of you.

"Oh hey! What's up, it's rare to see you without your posse." His head cocks with his signature crooked grin. "Did ya get tired of 'em? Nishishi~!"

Well, what choice do you have?

"Actually, Ruggie, I was looking for you." You fold your arms as his ears perk further, his expression growing serious with his head straightening. "I just finished up with Leona-" You ignore how his eyes widen with a flash of... something in his eyes- "and I wanted to come see you."

"Whoa, whoa whoa whoa-" His hands go up. "Uhhh, not that you don't have it going on, but uh, I don't really wanna take things there yet..."

You fail to realize what he means. "... You're not big on hugs, huh, Ruggie?"

Something in his eyes clicks, and he completely relaxes. "Ohhhh! That's what you meant." Then he smiles. "Sorry! Yea, I love hugs! Are you here to give me a hug?"

You nod, grinning. "But if you're not okay with it, I don't mind."

"Naahhhh, man! Get over here!" He tugs you in without a second thought, tail wagging like nobody's business as his arms wind around your waist. Yours around his shoulders, you resist the urge to rest your chin on his head - he's that short - as his one lifts for whatever reason.

rustle, rustle

You feel an odd sensation in your pants, and freeze.

"... Ruggie, what's in your hand?"

"Nishishishi~! 15 easy thaumarks!"

"HEY, GET BACK HERE!"

Without much need for description of the chase through the halls - Ace and Deuce remember well what it's like chasing Ruggie - your endurance pays off little by little. Just as you think you can dive to grab him, he leaps just out of reach, sharply turning a corner just as your feet are off the ground.

"Thanks for the warmup-! Catch ya later! Nishishi!"

... Well that sucks - you worked hard for those. Standing back up, you brush off your clothes, looking around. Once you have your bearings you find landmarks leading you to the courtyard. As much of a shame it is that Coach Vargas's whistle isn't sounding to guide you, you're able to find your way with relative ease. Shoving your hands into your pockets to protect your money, you glance around.

One hand, not guarding anything, raises up to make a half-megaphone. "Jaaack!"

Jack's not a hard guy to find by any means. If not his height or his skin tone, his rough and tough demeanor could make one pick him out of a crowd easily. That and, well, his ears, standing proud and ready to track oncoming trouble. To be frank his ears and nose have gotten you out of some pretty hot water - which he totally won't admit - so you feel like you need to give back in some way. In essence yes, seeing NRC skirt danger again and again is reward enough for obvious reasons, but even you'd like an ice cream cone at LEAST.

And knowing, say, Crewel, he'd probably let you have one.

"Jaaack!" You call again.

"You don't have to yell, I'm right here." It's weird how everyone pops up when you're thinking about them, but it's something you won't complain about. "What is it?"

Turning to him, you crane your neck a bit to gauge his expression. He's a bit put out, understandably so, but his gentle demeanor shows through it all the same. To be frank you feel you and Jack enjoy a close-ish friendship because of your adventures, and he seems to return this in pointing out what questions will be tricks in upcoming quizzes. He hides his intentions behind words like 'It's not like I like being your study buddy' or 'maybe I just felt like helping!' But you know very well he has a heart bigger than his body can handle.

Maybe that's why he tries so hard to be the best he can be, to even begin measuring up to Leona. (You wonder if being like Leona would be a downgrade or not.)

Giving him a smile, you wave. "Hey, Jack. Sorry about that."

"All good. I'm just wondering what the ruckus is," He shrugs. "Is Ruggie making trouble again?"

You simper. "We worked it out, don't worry." You fold your hands. "I'm gonna cut straight to it. Can I hug you?"

His ears perk. "Where's this coming from?"

You shift your weight onto one foot, dragging a lip between your teeth. "Grim's back at Ramshackle for a sec, so... Kind of missing having something warm to hug." Probably wise to not turn it into a mission of hugging everyone in NRC; you'll never be done. "So... It's okay if not, but I'd like to give you a hug."

"Ah... sure, I guess." He's visibly confused, but opens his arms all the same. "... Well? Get over here, don't make it weird."

Not one to hesitate, you step forward, wrapping your arms around him. He's so huge that your fingertips barely touch, and his physique makes it impossible to find a place to breathe without turning your head a perfect ninety degrees. All the same you're able to give the best hug you're able; the least you feel you can do. And given how he's reacting, reaching up to stroke the back of your head and patting your back, he seems to feel the same.

Interestingly, you also note a succession of small breezes... Managing to tilt your head to see, you grin from ear to ear seeing his tail wagging as violently as beastmanly possible. Solidifies, really, that he acts gruff and tough, but it doesn't take long to learn that he's nothing but a big sweetheart.

Breaking from him after a minute - he takes longer to let go - you look up at him with a smile.

"Thanks, Jack."

He steps back to get back to his business, but just as he starts turning he pauses, looking back at you. Repaying your sweetness, he gives you the same smile.

"Don't mention it."

Your next stop brings you to the Mostro Lounge, given it's definitely not time to go to bed yet. A perfect place to wind down after a hard day's work, have some good food and drinks... To be quite honest the only bad thing about the lounge is Floyd is in it. Else, you'd be sitting near that beautiful window to the coral sea all day, every day, enjoying the sounds of the wildlife outside and the music coming through the speakers.

Incomparable as a host, Jade steps forward to greet you, a hand on his chest. "Hello, [Name]. Good to see you here again." He glances on either side of you. "It's rare to see you without Grim, is he not feeling well?"

"He's back at Ramshackle napping." You simper. "I understand you're busy, Jade, so I'll make this quick. I'd like to hug you, Floyd-" reluctantly-"and Azul. If you're not a fan, don't worry, I understand."

His smile grows, head cocking to the side a smidge. "Of course I don't mind. Please, come here."

Reaching he gingerly pulls you in, placing one hand on your back and the other on your head as your arms wind around his waist. Through his shirt, his heartbeat sings to you, thanking you for your affection. Like a sweet master with an affectionate senior cat, Jade's hand gently strokes the back of your head, his chin resting atop. Given he's better at hiding his more... concerning traits than his brother, you feel you can rest easy. As far as cannibalistic eels go.

Swallowing, you take a deep breath, waiting for him to either reel his head back for a bite, or attempt to slip something into your pocket. That is to say you've never been on the receiving end of any funny business from Jade, but there's a first time for anything at any time.

Much to your dreadful surprise, you're not bitten, violently made out with and dropped on the floor, or have tacks poured into your mouth. Instead Jade softly breaks the embrace, straightening out your blazer and tie. Accompanying this with an almost saccharine brush of your shoulders and head, he gives you a soft pat on the arm, hand moving to the small of your back. Guiding, he walks with you past the tables of mumbling students, to the familiar hall to the VIP office.

"Azul's just in the VIP room. I'd make your business quick, his time is precious." Jade leaves you just at the door, bowing with a hand to his heart like a gentleman. There's a glint in his eye that you don't know how to explain, but if anything you sincerely hope he's not silently encouraging you to kill someone.

Once his back is turned you gulp, knocking twice before opening the door.

Azul, nose buried in a book on the stock market - a capitalistic prick this one - snaps his head in your direction with brief surprise in his face. Seeing who it is, though, his normal composed demeanor returns to him, and he puts the book down to turn to you in a proper greeting. As per usual he has a smile like there's a gun to his head, and his hands move far too dramatically, but to be quite honest? If he has none of that, it's not Azul.

"Well, hello!" He greets, an arm out to address you like an adoring fan. "Weird to see you without the little weasel... Then again, perhaps you're here to make a deal without him. What could you need from me, however, that he shouldn't be here?" There's an odd cheekiness in his body language. You don't acknowledge it.

"Grim's napping at Ramshackle." You're unsure if this is going to be a habit now, you saying that. "I'm not here to forge a contract with you, though, I'm here for something else."

Visibly he perks up, head cocking to the side a bit as he needlessly adjusts his tie. "... Go on." You decide not to acknowledge the pink dusting his cheeks for the moment.

"... Can I get you to stand?"

Eyes widening a bit, he weirdly does what you ask without hesitating or asking questions. With his heartbeat steadily growing more audible as you go, he watches you circle around the desk - manners and decorum mean little right now - with pursing lips. Pink fully taints his cheeks, eyes clouding with an emotion you don't know the name of. You'd call it being submissive if this were... anything like that, but it's not, so maybe he's just weird.

Reaching, you gently tug him in, wrapping your arms around him in the best hug you can give him. His muscles tense, his chest heaves; he's completely still. In brief grazes at the top of your head you can feel him looking around, perhaps uncertain, waiting for someone to tell him what to do. Maybe he's just not sure what affection would entail for him, or maybe he's wondering what he did to earn this kind of acknowledgement. In your ears you feel his heartbeat: just like him, imposing yet frail. Just like a fragile bubble you feel as though he'll break if you don't handle him correctly, or treat him the way he must be.

Maybe there's a side to him no one knows, or has cared to try to.

Eventually, both his hands find your back, a thumb gently caressing what it can reach. His hold is uncertain, as though he can't decide whether he wants to embrace you or coolly guide you away. For a moment he sucks a breath through his teeth, stopping himself from talking when he even makes a peep. By about the third time he surrenders, fully wrapping his arms around you and holding you closer into himself. One hand trembles on your shoulder, the other caressing the side of your waist.

There’s an odd intimacy to this particular embrace. From the way he holds you, his heartbeat spilling into your chest, all the way to how his body sinks into yours. It isn’t desperate, silently pleading you to never let go, but you feel, deep in your heart, that this moment is something he’s taking very seriously.

Azul… Maybe you were wrong about him all this time.

You note also how in your arms his body is so different compared to say, Ace or even Trey. When you draw your hands back a smidge, you swear you can feel his ribs through his clothes. Not in a jabbing way that implies him being skeletal beneath them, but is he at all healthy? To be frank you’d ask, but you’re sure that Jade and Floyd take good enough care of him.

But then again, you hear him at lunch sometimes, saying things like, “Three hundred… no, that’s too many.” or “I can’t have that today, I count high enough as it is.” Remembering that and feeling him like this… almost breaks your heart.

Pulling back a bit, you dare to meet his gaze. His cheeks are still pink, and there’s the softest of smiles on his lips. Contrary to his normal swagger, pompousness, and general arrogant demeanor, his eyes are taking you in like a precious work of art, or something greater. Hand coming up from your shoulder to your face, he weirdly starts to gravitate closer… and closer…

Nope!

Your heart skips a beat, and you, by complete instinct, snap back. One hand grips his collar and spins him so his back is not to any furniture. A quick swipe to his ankles and he goes straight down to the floor in a nanosecond.

“OUGH-!” plunk .

“Ummm, thank you, Azul-!” You stammer, flitting to the door also in a nanosecond. “See you in class!”

“H-hey…” You hear as you push through the door. “... WAIT! COME BACK, PLEASE!”

I caaaaaaan’t-! You tremble in your step. You’d just make it weird! As much as you’re interested in what Azul might have to say about this, you’d rather not deal right now.

“Koebi-chaaaaaan!” You’re thrust from your thoughts by not just Floyd’s voice, but also you look back and-

“ AAAAAAAAAAAA!!! ” You pick up the pace into a full on sprint like your escape from the cave with those ghosts. “GET AWAY FROM ME!!!”

“Come back!” Floyd yells through his laughter. “Koebi-chan! Koooeeebi-chaaan~! Koebi-chan, come back! Let me love you! All I want is a hug!”

“NOPE!”

After tripping and having to endure the weird way Floyd hugs, you decide to take some reprieve in the strangely empty cafeteria. The ghosts enjoy your company, so like with many other students they’ve told you that you’re free to use the kitchen to your discretion.

But on your way there, you pick up the familiar smell of peppers, garam masala… For a moment you recall winter break, and your stomach churns and twists. By the time your fingertips stop turning cold and you stop seeing Kalim’s tears, you’ve made it to the kitchen.

For a moment you’re apprehensive, seeing the uniforms of Scarabia flitting about, in a scene far too familiar to you. But then your eyes fall on a relaxed, familiar face, and you swallow.

This time it’s different.

Jamil’s eyes flicker to you, and his head lifts from his measured strokes of a knife through red peppers.

“Oh, hello, [Name],” He greets. “Good to see you again.”

Now to be fair to him, Jamil has moments to be… snarky, snippy, even downright mean - part of his charm, really. But he has manners and decorum of some kind, and he is capable of being polite and cordial. To be quite honest he’s a reminder of how many different sides people have, from the good to the bad to the ugly.

With you, though, Jamil would rather you see the good than the bad or the ugly. After all, you’re one of the few that don’t intentionally go out of your way to infuriate him. Or more appropriately, you have more than one braincell split in two to rub together.

“Hey, Jamil,” You greet. “You guys are busy again. Another one of Kalim’s parties?”

“You know him just as well at this point.” He accompanies this with an exasperated sigh, unnoticed by the busy students. “We’ve been hard at work for exams, and he wanted to ‘celebrate everyone’s collective hard work’.” Awww, bless Kalim.

“But no doubt you’ll be killing it as usual, so it works out, right?” You grin, noting the glint in his eye. Praise always seems to get him, huh. “But that’s not why I’m here.”

“I was about to ask about Grim. Did you get sick of him or something?”

You simper. “Naw, he’s got a belly full of food and now he’s resting at Ramshackle. Decided to let him… Though I am missing having something to hug, which brings me here.”

His head tilts along a quirk of his brow. Get on with it.

“So, I’ve been on an adventure hugging everybody as I go, mostly because I feel like maybe I’m helping them too.” You rock back and forth on your heels. “... So, Jamil, I’m going to ask your permission: I’d like to give you a hug. If you’re not cool with it, don’t worry, it’s fine.”

At first his expression is entirely unreadable. Jamil’s not an affectionate guy by any means - honestly he’d probably not be caught dead giving someone a hug or a kiss. Maybe he is behind closed doors, but you don’t know him as someone ready and willing to give or receive affection basically. A tough nut to crack and, quite frankly, someone hardened by his past and given every reason not to trust anybody.

To him though, you’re not just ‘anybody’ - you’re a friend.

His hand lowers from his chin. “Alright. Come here.”

He makes no further movement, looking at you with the same unreadable air. Cautious you move in, holding your arms out softly. When you need to back off the tip of his shoe you delicately put your arms around his waist, feeling his arms wind around you as well. Once you’re both settled his hold tightens into a proper embrace. Not a lovers’ embrace, or really a flippant hold waiting for you to leave. Just a good, solid hug.

Deciding not to overstay your welcome, you release him, him doing the same. The other Scarabians don’t comment or take notice of this moment, too occupied by tasks surrounding food.

“Kalim would be happy if you’d come and hug him as well. Would you be so kind?” Normally that’d sound sarcastic from him, but Jamil, again, knows how and when to be polite. “It might take away from your day a bit, but-”

“JAMIIIIILLLLL!!!!”

Both of you jump out of your skin, whirling to where the cafeteria begins. Clad in his dorm uniform, Kalim bounces up with the enthusiasm of a bunny on Easter. Shook to his bones, Jamil steps so he’s at your side rather than behind you.

“Kalim! What are you doing, you’re supposed to be waiting in Scarabia!” He yelps.

Grinning like a golden retriever getting his first bone, Kalim bounces on his heels. “I wanted to come see! You were taking a while so I thought-” Then his gaze lands on you, and his eyes brighten. “[NAME]! How have you been! Come here, come here, give me a hug!”

Yoinking you to him and out of the kitchen, Kalim throws his arms around you, lifting you and spinning you around. The action wrenches a laugh from deep in your chest, and you hug around his neck to reciprocate his affection. Both of you giggle like school kids, elated to no tomorrow - just because you got to see each other.

“... By the Seven, you two together give me a rash,” Jamil laments.

“Oh, hush, Jamil, they’re here!” Kalim puts you down with a grin. “We’re having a party, so we can celebrate each others’ hard work!” He holds your hands in both of his. “Can you come? Please please pleeeaaaase~!”

Feeling like you’re about to kick a happy puppy, you swallow, pursing your lips.

“I’m sadly in the middle of something right now, Kalim,” You mention. “But when I’m done, I’ll be right there, okay? I’ll let you know!”

In classic Kalim al Asim fashion, he’s not the least bit bothered. “Okay! I look forward to it! We’ll party as long as you need us to.”

“Kalim-” Jamil starts.

“It won’t take long, don’t worry.” Sensing Jamil’s sanity now depends on you, you feel a heightened sense of urgency. “Don’t party them to death, okay Kalim?”

“Okay!” He grins, letting you go as Jamil looks at you sternly. “Good luck… what are you doing, though?”

“Sharing some love!” You give him a wave as you start to retreat from the scene. “Don’t forget to do that too!”

“Always!”

Now a word from the wise to you, young grasshopper: One does not find Rook Hunt. Rook Hunt finds you.

That being said, you’re prepared for him to pop up at any time at this point. Feeling you’ve done all this in a… strangely familiar order, that seems to be where you’re headed. Jaw locked and shoulders clenched you keep an eye out, noting how he can jump out from basically anywhere.

No wonder the dude used to be Savanaclaw, once upon a time. Was he still speaking French and being himself then too, or was it like changing personalities too? You have so many questions and no way for them to be answered.

Eventually your pace pauses in the courtyard, and you glance around until your gaze falls upon a very suspiciously engorged bush.

“... Rook?” You call. Against your better judgment you start wandering closer. “... Listen, man, I feel you’re nearby-! Just come out and quit messing with me-!”

Rustle, rustle

Your heart leaps into your throat, your body whirling in the direction of the sound.  If you were anyone else you’d have probably just whipped your pen out and sent a blast of cosmic energy there. But, you’re a magicless loser as it is, so no need to really act like a hero. At any rate though, you won’t get anywhere like this.

“Rook?” You ask again. “... Rook, if this is a joke, it’s really not funny!”

Rustle, rustle

“EEP!” You jump, whirling another way. Legs starting to shake, you drag your lip between your teeth. “Ah, Rook-!”

“Excusez-moi, I could just watch you hunting the hunter for hours!” On perfect cue, Rook circles around from the other side of the damn well, tipping his hat with a grin. “Ah… non. Speak not - I know already why you’re looking for me.”

Knowing how Rook can be is still not knowing him at all. Even Vil has a hard time sometimes figuring out what goes on in the fella’s brain. Course, if anyone did have any clue, would it really be more of a party? And it’s not like there’s something wrong with Rook, as weird as the stalking and suspicious ability to tell your day-to-day activities by your breath can be…

Anyway!

“Yea, Rook.” You manage a smile. “I miss Grim so, I’ve been giving everyone hugs. Is it okay if I give you one?”

“Tres bien~! I would be very happy to receive one of your embraces.” He gives a grin of unabashed glee. “Don’t worry, I won’t do it too tightly.”

And with that you wrap each other in your arms. Much unlike what you’d have come to expect from someone like him, Rook’s embrace is strong, yet tender. Like a faraway lover that exists only in another life, he treasures this moment without equal. You’re not sure if it’s solely because of your bond as NRC Tribe, or simply his own romantic whims, but he’s far away even though he’s right here.

One hand comes up, softly giving the back of your head a measured stroke. An assurance, a reminder even, that he’s here for you. Because at his core, quite honestly, Rook Hunt is one standup guy.

Very gently, he lets go, one hand sliding down your arm to scoop up your palm. With that sweet, gentle smile it seems only few recognize, he gives it a soft squeeze.

“You’re intent on hugging all of your friends, right?” He asks. When you nod he gives that signature closed eye smile. “Good to know. Roi du Poison should be back at the dorm at this moment. Here, let me lead you back there.”

You can’t help but blush as you take his offered arm. As you’re gently led off you can’t help but reflect on what a day this has been. Maybe you should’ve been more in tune with everyone’s body language, or maybe just avoided some, but it didn’t feel right to leave anyone out. Then again, what’s done is done and you’ll deal with it.

I need to go see Hornton. Mentally you take a note and highlight it; it’d make him very happy to be hugged you think. Oh, what are you saying, if he was happy to be invited to the SDC, surely a hug would make him happy!

As powerful and terrifying a mage Malleus is… he’s still your friend.

Do we even need to discuss the walk to the Mirror Hall at this point? Heading straight through to Pomefiore, the grand building sticks out among the picturesque foliage and pink and orange sky above. A regal frigidity touches the air, and you find your back and shoulders straight in a blink like a young lady on her way to prom.

“I hope I’m not bothering him…” You meant to keep that as an inside thought. Rook’s hearty chuckles exile your concern in a blink.

“Fear not. You’re Vil’s friend, are you not? I’ve no doubt this would make him happy.” His head turns so you can see his smile.

Unable to help but mirror him, you nod. “You’re right.” After all, say what you will about Vil, but he’s not vain and most certainly not mean. Just because he can’t speak to someone in the moment doesn’t mean he doesn’t like them - he’s just a busy guy.

Jade said himself, from exercising in the morning to doing gigs between classes, he’s working to the bone and still performing his Housewarden duties with aplomb.

For a moment you’re jealous; Pomefiore students have one heck of a Housewarden.

The grand doors leading to the lounge open, and Vil sitting at his throne, legs elegantly crossed, is the first thing you see. Noticing you at Rook’s side his head raises, and he stands up to meet you halfway.

“Hey Vil!” You greet.

“Roi du Poison, I’ve returned!” Rook chirps.

“Welcome back, Rook.” Vil nods at both of you, eyes remaining on you as his lips lift a bit in a smile. “Good to see you, [Name]. What brings you to me? And without Grim - I can tell by the lack of fur on your uniform.”

You simper. “Well, ah-!”

“... Well?”

“Allow me.” Rook puts a hand on his hip, the other on your shoulder. “[Name]’s on a mission to hug all of their friends. Grim’s back at Ramshackle, so they’re lonely.”

“Yea, what he said,” You confirm. “Sorry I hesitated, it’s been a long day.”

“You must be composed at all times, but I’ll overlook it this once,” Vil assures. “But I’m sure it’d make you feel better to proceed on your terms, so go on then.”

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what he means, so you keep your hands from fidgeting and maintain your gaze’s hold on his.

“I don’t want to keep you from your Housewarden duties, Vil, so I’ll make this quick.” You put on your best prefect voice; he’s visibly pleased. “As per my business for right now, I would like to give you a hug. Do I have your permission?”

His lips curl into a proper smile. The three of you - and Epel - have been through a lot together, so to say you’re not friends is just ludicrous. One hand goes up to pat your shoulder in praise, and he nods.

“You have my permission.”

With that he steps forward, tugging you in as your arms wind around his waist. His head dips, and his lips place a delicate kiss on your cheek just like back in Tartarus, and your heart flutters as his body fits against yours just right. From head to toe you’re flushed, not because you’re embarrassed, but because to be quite honest, Vil’s hot as all get out.

His natural scent, only described as a spell putting one’s mind on air, soothes your senses, and a soft sigh of contentment seeps through your nose.

It’s hard not to be captivated by Vil in some form. Matter of fact you’re positive he’s caused awakenings of some kind anywhere he went. Had the issue of going home… well, not been one, maybe you’d be inclined to dive deeper into this enchantment. However, much to your despair you have no such luxury, and so you’re satisfied with just this.

Despite your reluctance to, you softly break from him, giving him a smile. Through your reflection in his eyes, you can tell you look more like a smitten schoolgirl than a put-together prefect. Not that Vil minds at all - adoration nurtures the seed of beauty after all.

“Thanks, Vil.” You manage to bite back an elated trill. “That just leaves…”

“Oh, hey [Name]!” As if on cue Epel comes in from one of the side doors.

“Epel!” You meet each other halfway as Rook and Vil excuse themselves to discuss whatever the former’s been up to. “How’ve you been, buddy?”

Sucking a breath through his teeth, Epel glances past you at Vil - and even you can feel the almost motherly scolding stare he’s giving him. Trying not to laugh you keep your hands to your sides, him itching the back of his neck.

“Well, Spelldrive Club keeps me busy, I guess? … Erk-! I mean, ahem…” For a moment he hesitates, eyes visibly avoiding Vil. “I’ve been sufficiently… occupied with the Spelldrive Club.” His eye twitches, and his gaze conveys his disdain towards having to keep his mannerisms and accent in check.

… You can’t help but wonder what him having a rant filled with swear words sounds like.

“Well, I ought to let you have ample rest, right?” You’re more trying to be supportive in maintaining art and decorum. He doesn’t seem to appreciate it. “Therefore, let me make this brief - may I give you a hug, Epel?”

Blinking, he tilts his head. “What brought this on?”

“Grim’s not here and I’m lonely,” You summarize. “If not it’s totally cool, I understand.”

“N-no, I’m okay with it. Just didn’t expect it, is all.” Epel’s a goblin on all accounts, but he’s a genuine sweetheart when he wants to be.

With that he opens his arms, and you tug him into a hug. Keeping it light so he can break at any time, you’re surprised when his hug is firmer. He’s not that much taller than you, if at all, so a hug around your waist isn’t so odd. Yet there’s something in his hold that tells you he’d rather not run off just yet. Or see you off yet, anyway.

You never expected Epel to be affectionate, but then again, the little guy’s not a chaos agent all the time . In actuality he’s like a cat, in that he’s pretty selective who he opens up to here. Expected to maintain art and decorum though his upbringing lacks both, someone that can understand him is a nice reprieve.

Deuce’s friendship with him is a true blessing.

Softly you pull from him, giving him a grin. “Thanks, Epel.”

His smile is sweet and warm; happy. “Thank YOU, your hugs are awesome!”

So knowing Idia, on days the Board Game Club has no activities, he’s gone straight to his room. As such when you leave Pomefiore - reluctantly despite knowing how busy Vil is - you go straight to Ignihyde. The irony of a dorm meant to emulate the Underworld itself being cool as a pleasant autumn day isn’t lost on you.

“Excuse me,” You say politely to a passing student. “Is Housewarden Idia in right now?”

“Yep, he just got back,” He replies. “You got business with him though, better do it fast, he said something about ‘grinding on these normies’ with a huge grin on his face.”

‘Grinding on these normies’, in Idia to English, means he’s gonna blow some steam from a stressful school day. In that he’ll be taking out his frustrations/misgivings/grievances/etc on toxic players with more bark than bite. (It is not hard to smoke those players especially.) So it’s a complete gamble what mood he’ll be in.

“Thanks,” You nod, hands in your pockets. “You’re a real one.”

It’s only slightly warmer in the actual dorm, which you guess is why the dorm jacket is as thick as it is. You’d ask to give it a whirl, but Idia would probably just let you have one at that point for whatever reason. Maybe it’s a mark of friendship, you don’t know; the fella marches to the beat of his own drum. But at the same time, he has very good qualities.

Students of Ignihyde tend to keep their heads down, moreso because they’re more adept with technology than people. As someone with passable knowledge on computers compared to grandma next door, it doesn’t bother you at all. Doesn’t mean they’re rude or uppity - quite the opposite in fact - but it DOES mean you’re better off getting your business done quickly.

It’s not hard to find Idia’s room whatsoever, moreso because the Housewarden’s room is always more prominent in how it’s presented. With some of Idia’s motifs on it to feel more like ‘his’ room, the door itself is… a bit too advanced. So, you reach, pressing the ‘intercom call’ button and stepping back, finding the camera’s blinking red light with ease.

Beep! “Oh, hi, [Name]!” Ortho! “What’s up? Did you need something?”

“Hey, Ortho!” You grin. “Just came to see you and Idia. Can I come in please?”

There’s a bit of a delay in his response, you presume because he’s asking Idia for permission. But then it beeps again, followed by some ‘beep beep boops’ before the door opens with a ‘ ksssh ’. Ignoring getting near-flashbanged with a barrage of glowing blue you enter, grinning at Ortho when he comes over.

“Nice to see you!” Ortho doesn’t have a mouth, he has a vocalizer. But his crinkled closed eyes, akin to a cat, let him express his joy at seeing you properly. “Do you want a snack? Idia’s locked in at the moment, but he won’t mind.”

You peer past him at Idia, and… yeah. He’s hunched over, hands going miles a minute in inputs that elicit sounds akin to the screams of the doomed from his headphones. Sometimes he’ll nod, pumping his fist, before going straight back to his seriousness. Simpering, you return your gaze to Ortho, now tilting his head in curiosity.

“I won’t be here that long, Ortho, but thank you for offering!” You smile. “I’m actually here because I wanted to give you two hugs.”

He visibly perks up at this. “Oh! Ace mentioned that! It’s our turn now? Yay!” Opening his arms to happily receive your embrace, activating his gravity thrusters a bit to better match your height. “Activating warmers… there we are. I’m ready!”

Reaching, you meet in the middle in a sweet embrace. In no small part due to his smaller stature, being modeled after a child and all, he’s more like hugging a lanky teddy bear. Through your clothes you can hear his internal systems whir, click, and what all else. Quite frankly it’s really cool.

It’s hard to forget what you went through on the Island of Woe. Even harder to surmise something hijacked his programming to make him do all of that. Then again, if Phantoms are strong enough to do that, them getting out was… inevitable. But maybe now that that’s all over, Idia’s freedom is no longer impossible.

That and, Ortho is a student like you guys too now. So, there’s no taking Idia from his future now.

Patting Ortho’s back softly, you break away from each other, him returning to his normal height. With a signature closed-eye smile he moves aside, gesturing towards Idia. Giving him a smile you move past him, approaching his big brother.

Idia is as locked in as he gets. Even as you’re at his side, he doesn’t seem to notice you, all his attention locked into the FPS he’s playing. His eyes trace every small movement, hands reacting to even a hint of an enemy, until the screen is a blur of colors only he can discern. Deciding to just take the route that bothers him the least,  you take a step closer.

As you expect, he doesn’t react to you wrapping your arms around his shoulders. To be frank he smells like gummy worms and… something else, but nothing to imply the worst of him. Idia knows how to shower for certain, contrary to what him playing an FPS would have one believe, so this is just him after a hard day’s work. For a moment it looks like he’s pulling himself out of the game, only for something to pop up and him to dive straight back into a match.

“Thanks, Idia.” You softly part from him, not noticing Ortho coming up as you get ready to leave.

Just as you reach the door-

BZZT! “YEEEEOOOWCH! ORTHO, WHYYY!”

“Idia, you’re in the menu right now!” Ortho’s tone is scolding, like he’s the big brother disciplining the younger. “[Name]’s here to give hugs, wouldn’t it be nice to give them a proper one?”

Very, very slowly, Idia spins his chair just as you turn to look back at them. He looks at you, then you look at him, and he looks at you, and you look at him, then he looks at you, and you look at him. His hair turns pink at the ends, and he looks back at Ortho with abject horror creeping into his face.

“How long were they here?” He asks.

“A few minutes,” Ortho responds. “Come on, they went through the trouble to come here to see you! Isn’t that nice?”

“I-I mean-! Uh… You couldn’t have at least- well you did say they were on the intercom…” Then Idia’s gaze awkwardly returns to you, and he waves. “Hello?”

Trying to hold in your laughter you wave back, “Hi, Idia.”

Poking his tongue out to nervously wet his lips, he glances at Ortho just for a moment before beginning to approach you. Clearly he’s a whole lot more secure in here, else he’d just dismiss you entirely. Not that he’s haughty or that his rudeness and general lack of decorum are intentional. He’s just not the social type, which translates in him communicating or attending class through his tablet.

No one minds - if anything, Leona mocks him the most mercilessly about it. But you’re not Leona, you’re likable and pretty.

Staying very still so as to not intimidate or spook him, you watch as Idia looks at you up and down pensively. He mumbles under his breath for a moment, finally reaching out to you. Reciprocating you reach out as well, and it starts… VERY awkwardly. Stiff as a board he tugs you in, the smell of gummy worms especially strong. Admittedly it’s not terrible; the embrace is what needs work.

You won’t judge him, though.

After a moment, maybe a few more, he finally starts to relax. His body loosens and his arms reposition so they’re not just awkwardly hung on your back. In a way it’s the same way Azul held you; soft, intimate, with the innate desire for the warmth to last. But contrast to that octopus, when Idia’s heart pours into yours, an unrelenting loneliness washes over you. Surrounded by people… he still feels so alone.

It’s hard to blame him. All his life, his path’s been made for him, all else blotted out without recourse. No one to hold him or ask what he wanted, let alone comfort him when it was just him and his sorrows. Suddenly, what you went through on the Island of Woe pales in comparison to what his life must have been. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t talk about home or family much; he wants the dream of normalcy to be as efficient an escape as his video games.

His head dips, and his warm breath brushes your ear. “... Thank you, [Name].” His voice is wobbly; he’s about to cry.

Softly, you reach up and comb your fingers through his hair. The sensation’s not unlike running your hands through concentrated smoke. For a moment it makes you wonder if Rook has ever tried to uncover the secrets of his anatomy. He probably has, to be quite honest - and Idia never forgave him for it. Maybe that’s why you don’t see them in the same room… ever.

“You’re awesome, Idia,” You murmur. “Thank you for letting me.”

“Yea… no problem.”

You feel, against your blazer, that he’s smiling from ear to ear despite the tears.

So taking into account that the school is massive and full of unpredictable possibilities, it REALLY shouldn’t surprise anyone that a straight up castle can be a dorm. Going from a garden of roses and mazes to the whole savannah, to the entire ocean, a desert with Kalim in it, another castle, and then the straight up Underworld should’ve been a clue. But, you still don’t blame anyone for their disbelief.

The air, quite frankly, is frigid and humid, so much so it’s reason enough for Vil to never come this way. Given your uniform keeps you safe and you are prudent in keeping hydrated, you have a feeling the fairest won’t mind your being here.

Quite frankly you’re still blushing from the kiss - and it wasn’t even romantic.

As it stands you just have Malleus, Sebek, Silver, and Lilia, and you can retrieve Grimmy and head to Kalim’s party. Or maybe even-

“HUMAN!”

Just barely passing through the doors to the dorm, you’re accosted and thus scared out of your wits when Sebek bounds up. With his signature look of business that quite frankly would be better applied elsewhere, he strides up to you like a pinkerton. Enough said with that one.

“I have been told you’re giving out hugs!” His voice booms through your ears like thunder; you’re careful not to wince. “What is the reason for this!”

“I have nothing to hug, Grim’s back at Ramshackle.” You lowkey missed not having to say this. “So… I thought I’d hug all my friends.”

The straightforward affection seems to catch him off guard. His disposition shifts from a crocodile ready to square up to a puppy dog awaiting a cuddle in what feels like a blink. Aware he’s huge, he kneels down so he’s more at your level.

“W-well, how can I turn that away? But that better mean you’re to hug my liege as well! To not treat him with such sweetness is nothing short of an infamy of the highest caliber!”

“Relax, Sebek.” You can’t help but smile.

To be fair to Sebek, he’s most definitely not a bad person. Matter of fact, when the time calls for him to be, he’s an encouraging, energetic boy that just wants you to do your best. Mind you this doesn’t translate well, usually barred by his volume or tone, much more his obsession with Malleus. But the fact stands, no matter who’s learning it, that Sebek would protect Malleus, and whoever he blesses to call him a friend, with his life.

So by the end of it all, it really just takes hanging out with Sebek a few times, learning about him, to get used to him. In actuality, he’s quite a bright, sunny fellow.

Gingerly, you wrap your arms around his neck, minding the wideness of his shoulders. Trembling with excitement, Sebek’s mindful of his own strength as he wraps his around your waist. (Not a bad fella, at all.) Oddly he smells like he just showered, with a distinct smell of lilies and oak. That or, well, he’s just taken a stroll somewhere with a lot of flowers. Either one works for you, really; it’s better than the alternative.

“... Um, Sebek?” You ask after two actual minutes. “It’s fine, you can let go now-”

“Insufficient!” He booms. “Your kindness should be repaid in kind! Accept this boon of mine!”

“ACK-!”

“Sebek, you’re going to crush them.” Silver’s voice cuts through the sound of your bones creaking. “Be careful with them, they’re delicate.”

“Urk-! Apologies!” Sebek releases you at last, leaving you to gulp down air you didn’t know was squeezed out. You put a hand up at him coming closer to make sure you’re okay.

“Kalim texted me, saying you were going around giving everyone hugs.” Silver’s expression is unchanging, not to say it is always. “Are you here for us?”

You nod once there’s oxygen back in your skull. “Y-yeah. Grim’s probably woken back up by now, so I’ll be heading back to get him when I’m through here…” Then you perk up. “Oh. I’m sorry, I forgot to ask: Have either of you seen Hor- Malleus?”

That’s when Sebek visibly panics. “OH NO!!! I HAVEN’T CHECKED ON MY LIEGE IN TEN MINUTES!” He bows his head politely to you. “THANK YOU FOR YOUR HUGS! I WILL NOT FORGET YOUR KINDNESS!” And with that he zooms past you like he’s trying to outdo Sonic the Hedgehog.

.. Sebek Zigvolt, you may never be Shadow the Hedgehog, but you will always be famous.

Swallowing, you hide your smile behind a fist while Silver just shakes his head in amused exasperation.

“I haven’t,” He says once it’s quieter. “I think he said something about going out for some fresh air. That was a while before we got the text from Kalim, though, so I doubt he knows you’re out and about. But next time I see him, I’ll let him know, to be sure.” The very softest of smiles touches his lips. “I’m sure a hug from you would make him very happy.”

“It’d make me happy to give him one,” You respond with a grin. “... So. Silver, may I?”

His smile grows. “You may.”

With that you mutually reach out, his arms wrapping around you first. A gentle smell of outside, and his natural scent of wildflowers, graces your nostrils. Being in the equine club you’d expect him to have a smell of hay or manure haunting him, but no. Silver always maintains his personal hygiene as best as he can.

… Is he secretly a prince or something?

Softly rubbing his back in circles, you lean your head against his as he relaxes into you… Trusting, accepting, everything in between. For a moment you feel blessed, as though a sweet little bird had landed onto your shoulder as well. His gentleness wraps around your heart, embracing it the same as his arms do. Not in a courting sort of way, but in a way that lets you know he not only appreciates this, but he intends to return it in kind just like Sebek wanted to.

“Silver?” You ask, feeling him grow heavy. “ACK!”

Hurriedly your one foot plants behind you as Silver’s arms go limp, his steady breathing turning to soft snores in your ear. For a moment you look around worried, hoping to find a chair or sofa to put him, but none of that seems like an option. As your heart creeps into your neck - the strain of holding him up to be quite honest - you decide to make the hard choice.

“Silver, Silver!” You urge, managing to straighten him up so your one hand can pat his cheek in rapid succession. “Come on, wake up, wake up!” It’s rude to wake up a sleeping person, but Silver’s narcolepsy makes it a necessity.

“Gh…” He straightens up, rubbing his eyes. “Sorry… I didn’t mean to do that.”

Shaking your head, you supportively pat his shoulder. Not his chest, that’s kind of weird. “It’s okay, Silver, you can’t help it. Thank you for indulging me.”

Nodding, he regains his smile from before. “It’s a pleasure. Thank you for taking the time for us.”

“Now I just gotta find Lilia. Do you know where he is?” You reach for your phone to see if Kalim has his number-

“No need to ask, I’m right here, dear.” Awoop, jumpscare.

“AAAAH!” Jumping, you whirl around to Lilia just… somehow hanging upside down in the air. Again. It’d be nostalgic if it wasn’t so horrifying. “... Hi!”

“Hello, dear!” Lilia’s back on the floor - not like Azul - with a smile like he didn’t just scare your soul out a minute. “Kalim said you were here giving out hugs. Is it my turn already?”

“Yep!” It’s hard not to match Lilia’s energy.

With a grin not unlike a child in front of a birthday cake, he’s bouncing closer to you with such enthusiasm it seems he could burst. Pulling his sleeves up he tugs you in, arms around you so gently. Kneeling down a bit because he is quite small, you let him tug your head onto his shoulder, other hand caressing the small of your back.

His embrace is… nostalgic, calm at the very least. By all definitions it’s warm and tender, wrapped in the scent of grandfatherly love. For a moment you’re five, maybe six years old again, running into your grandpa’s arms. It’s so soft and warm, protecting you from all the world’s evils and monsters.

I never thought this would make me miss home… Yet it does.

“[Name]?” Lilia’s voice isn’t his normal lilting merriment. Rather, it’s just like his hold: soft and tender, like a caring parent. “... Oh dear, oh dear.”

His hands softly wiping your cheeks is the one thing making you aware of your tears. Your throat seizes a moment, and your heart twists into a knot. Through your waterlogged lashes you register his smile, teeth poking out, as his thumbs keep wiping under your eyes.

“Shhh… Oh, you poor thing… Shhh, shh shh shhh..” Tugging you back into himself. “Shhh… There’s no need to cry… It’ll be alright… You’re doing so well.”

Sniffling, you tug back, wiping your face and taking a deep breath to calm down. Careful not to meet his eyes just yet you straighten yourself up, a few extra breaths to get back level. Once you’re back to yourself you’re able to meet his gaze, concerned but understanding.

“Sorry, Lilia…”

Your apology is met with him reaching out, scooping your hand up and giving it a gentle, firm squeeze.

“You’re welcome anytime,” He assures. “It’s okay to cry. If ever you need to, I’m right there for you, okay?”

Smiling, you nod, noting how he visibly perks up seeing you’ve cheered up. “Thanks, Lilia.” You give him one more brief embrace, which he reciprocates with glee. “I should probably go get Grim, since Hornton’s not here. Hopefully I’ll run into him… See you, Lilia!”

He waves you off with a grin. “See you next time, [Name]!”

Just as you’re to the mirror, he murmurs, “... All of us truly do have yet to understand your sorrow…”

“Geez, it’s already dark…” You really underestimate just how fast time goes when you’re having fun. Or generally when you’re absorbed in a task, it seems. “Hopefully Grim hasn’t tried looking for me yet.”

You remember the dour feel Ramshackle held for the longest time. How every creak of every plank you could memorize, down to the way you could tell one would break if you stepped a certain way. Cold showers, uncertain electricity; a consequence of neglect that in truth Crowley should’ve shouldered in your stead. Maybe it’s simply a poorly conveyed message of his belief in you, but that doesn’t mean much now.

In your pocket your phone buzzes with a ‘ ding! ’, and in an unconsciously practiced motion you tug it out.

A text from Leona: ‘ Heads up, Azul’s looking for ya. Told him you were hiding out in the Botany club. You should be grateful. ’ You can feel his smug half-smile from here.

“Leona, you’re a real one,” You chortle.

‘ Thanks, Leona. I owe you big time. ’

‘ Yes, yes you do. ’

Slipping it back into your pocket, you raise your head just in time for your favorite sound in all of Twisted Wonderland…

“MYAAAAAAHHH!!!!”

About crash-landing into your chest, Grim’s head knocks the wind from your sails. Plopping onto your ass in a blink, you gulp down some breath and gather your bearings in time for him to plop into your lap. Ears in airplane mode, he glares at you with an intensity you’ve never seen before. His stomach growling sounds… more like a monster.

“Where the heck were you, [Name]?!” He demands, pawing you in emphasis. “I wake up and it’s getting dark and you’re not there! What gives!”

Simpering, you reach and scritch behind his ears, which he accepts without complaint. “Sorry, Grimmy. You were sleeping so soundly after all that tuna I didn’t want to wake you.” Moving your bag to the front, you dig out an extra can - you find that they always come in handy - and offer it. “Perhaps the future great mage could find it in himself to forgive me, his humble henchhuman?”

“Hmmmmm…” Eyeing the can, he scritches his chin in thought. “... Well, okay! Who am I to argue with this premium tuna?”

Chuckling, you reach and tug him into your arms, snuggling him gently like he’s used to you doing. Well past the stage of him just doing what he wants, you’ve found common ground. To be quite honest, maybe Riddle’s the one to thank for that, given Grim didn’t quite see how serious you were, much less how little he actually knew.

You’d never dare mention his overblot, though…

“Oh.” Standing back up with Grim still in your arms, you look around. “We’d better find… Hm?”

Like an answer to your prayers, flickers of bright green light lift from the brush, dancing around like joyful little stars. A few fly over to twirl around you as though in greeting, rushing back to join their little friends. Before long they coalesce, delicately dancing in circles as they slowly come together.

And once they part, Malleus walks elegantly from the glow, smiling the second his eyes are on you. His tail, normally tucked neatly between his legs so he doesn’t whack anyone by accident, starts wagging like the happiest of dogs.

“Thank goodness, I haven’t missed you.” He approaches, eyes crinkled in delight. “Lilia told me you were searching for me.”

You nod, grinning. “I’m so happy to see you, Hornton!” You release Grim when he squirms to be elsewhere. “You’re pretty bold though, thinking there was any ‘missing’ to be happening. Wouldn’t miss seeing you for anything.” You really would not. Malleus’s is a friendship you treasure with everything you have, with how loyal and kind he’s been throughout all of this.

Truly… you’ll miss him the most, when the time comes to go home.

The proclamation of genuine adoration makes him throw his head back to heartily chuckle. His large hand reaches out, softly landing on your head to ruffle your hair: a gesture he’s started doing when he realized you were okay with him touching you. Leaning into it, you meet his tender gaze with the exact thing you’ve always held for him - genuine, adoring wonder.

Like a child, almost.

“So if Lilia told, that means I can just ask.” You expectantly pull your hands closer to yourself. “May I give you a hug, Hornton?”

His smile grows from ear to ear, a sight that would normally terrify a normal human. Without saying a word he lowers himself onto a step, sitting down elegantly so you can more easily reach him. Opening his arms, he beckons you with such warmth in his face that you could weep.

“You may.”

Perhaps a bit overzealous, you nearly throw yourself on him in your excitement. At first his response is a surprised ‘oof’, but this dissipates within seconds. Arms winding around you he tugs you so close so sweetly that his body melds perfectly into yours. One hand coming up, he softly runs a hand through your hair, a wintry breath brushing past your ear.

Malleus fears death, as much as he fears being alone. For a long-lived being like him, one doesn’t have to worry about death until the end is already coming. And yet, time seems to pass them by with the same unrelenting cruelty. So, between all the races that exist in this world, there is an equal need to protect and cherish life as it comes.

Maybe that’s why he’s held you so close to him, all this time.

Against your shoulder, his heartbeat softly pounds into your body, beating with your own in perfect tandem. His deep, measured breaths lift you so slightly, arms adjusting now and then just so he can better hold you.

A soft ‘fwoosh’, repeating as it goes, grabs your attention. As the sky begins to glitter with stars, the lanterns light up to guide the path inside and outside. Eyes trailing to and fro, you notice the three ghosts inside, watching with visible curious enthusiasm, as though watching their favorite soap opera. For a moment you’re confused, but you sink right back into Malleus like nothing is happening.

Just like Idia, you can feel Mal’s heart as it touches yours. Unlike Idia’s though, his loneliness is but a soft undertone, the rest being a love for this world and all its denizens. Above all though, there’s an unbreakable promise - that he will never forget or forsake you, that you will forever be his dear friend.

A small tear drips down your cheek, which you slyly wipe into his shoulder in a pretend adjustment.

“... Hey, Hornton?”

“Hmm?”

“Kalim told me, they’re having a party.” You sit up so you can make eye contact. He adjusts you so you can sit properly in his lap, arms still hung on his shoulders. “Everyone’s working really hard, so he wants to celebrate that.”

“That so?” His head tilts, eyes widened with the question of what you’re getting at… Or rather, if this is you leading into inviting him.

“He said that he’d like me to come once I’m finished with my hugs,” You nod. “And well, with you that makes everybody. So I just need to grab Grim and head over to Scarabia.” Sheepish you avert your eyes just for a moment, realizing it’s possible Mal’s busy. “... It’d make me very happy to bring you.”

He’s quiet for a moment, too quiet. Visibly he’s aghast, just as he was when you invited him to the SDC competition. This time he pulls himself out of his stupor way sooner, grinning from ear to ear as his tail sticks out to wag violently again.

“I’d be most overjoyed to accompany you. I hear Scarabia’s parties are most lively.” Looking around, he takes notice of Grim starting to come back from whatever he’s doing. “Grim, would-”

“Like I’d turn down food at Kalim’s parties!” Grim interjects with a grin, leaping into your lap. “... Waaait, were you two smoochin’ or something!”

You chortle, cheeks pink. “No… We were just hugging.”

Malleus gives you an oddly cheeky side-eye, but says nothing on the matter. Rather he simply returns his gaze to Grim, poking his furry little cheek.

“I see no reason to dilly-dally. Best not be late.” With that he scoops you up and stands, holding you like a princess with Grim perched on your tummy. “To Scarabia it is, then.”

With the sound of his wagging tail still filling the air, the same green fireflies surround the lot of you. Smiling, you snuggle into your best friend’s chest, feeling him smile against the top of your head.

All in all, it has been a good day.