arrival, part 3

[ someone who's used to having his own living spaces has furrowed brows as he approaches what seems to be the room he's been assigned in the apartments. it's nice to know he has a couple of months before he has to worry about covering anything, but riddle's not going to let himself get to that point. nope. no way he'll be left scrambling in any way. he'll prepare himself properly once he gets all the numbers jotted down.

opening the door that he's certain that should be to his place, his expression shifts into mild irritation: a scowl with furrowed brows. ]

Excuse me. I must have been led astray, unless you're in the wrong room.

[ furnished or not, maybe he shouldn't be that trusting, but surprise! you're the lucky recipient of a boy with his hands on his hips and a raised bottom lip. ]

party in the underground, part 2

[ he's... not quite impressed by the variety of machines. they're chock full of sugary drinks? unhealthy snacks? despite trying to be lax with his diet and his general disposition, it's hard for riddle to be anyone else. it's not like he's craving anything in particular, and having so many options is beginning to bother him.

perhaps he should stick to something he might like?

the one that's stocked with juices seems like a good idea. no way that he can be hurt by a simple apple or orange juice, right? as he selects the clear bottle with the red liquid in it, he realizes someone is behind him. ]

... do you think they are sourced properly? No artificial sugars of the sort?

[ he's worried, okay!!! ]

party in the underground, part 3

[ a pokéball. right. he has no idea what they are. they're... well, he can probably keep it with him. after receiving it, riddle doesn't feel particularly curious about what's inside. what good will it do? nothing can really replace his magic and it's not like he can't whip up a nice magic dampening padlock and chain around the neck for anyone who might threaten him.

until he fumbles around with the ball and somehow opens it, revealing the rowlett inside. ]

You're... an owl.

[ the owl hoots at him before perching on top of his head, somehow sharing the space with the crown that hangs precariously askew. ]

I suppose as long as you don't get in the way...

[ it could be worse, after all. ]