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The moon is so pretty, ethereal even, it’s such a shame its beauty can only shine during the night.
That’s all that ran through Mars’s head when he looked up at the night sky. This was the first time Mars has ever seen a full moon.
He found himself grinning, as his big orange eyes lit up.
It’s so strange, because never once would Mars think that he would lay his eyes on another shining moon again.
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“Hello? Twisted Wonderland to Mars.” Trey waves his hand in front of Mars’s face.
Mars shakes his head and looks up at Trey, “Huh? What? Wait… what was it that you wanted me to do? Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”
Trey lets out a quiet sigh, “Look, I just need you to give this to Riddle, it’s the paperwork Crowley wants him to do, I’m a bit busy right now so I trust you’ll be able to deliver this safely.” Trey hands the papers to Mars, and starts to take his leave. But before he could even walk away, Mars interrupts.
“Wait! Why do I have to do this? Can’t you get someone like Cater, Deuce, or even Ace? And plus where am I even supposed to find housewarden??”
“Cater is busy with his club and so are Deuce and Ace. Riddle also is at his club right now, so you should be able to find him at the stables, and I’m sure you’ll do just fine.”
As Trey finally finishes, they both leave the Heartslabyul’s lounge and they both take different directions. Trey leaves to go to the kitchen to prepare for the Unbirthday Party tomorrow afternoon, while Mars leaves the whole dorm entirely to go deliver the paperwork.
Man I can’t believe I got stuck doing this. I mean.. It’s not like I HATE housewarden, but… what I DO hate is all of the stares and glances I’m gonna get when I arrive there…
A few moments later, Mars finally arrives at the stables. He spots Riddle and begins to walk towards him while also trying to make himself unnoticeable, which obviously fails.
As Mars slowly walks up to Riddle he taps on his shoulder, “Hey, Housewarden… Trey wanted me to deliver this to you, as he is currently busy, these are the paperworks that Crowley wants you to complete.” Mars said in a hushed tone.
“Oh, why thank you Mars. May you actually do me a favor and put them on the table over there?” Riddle points over at the table by those two barrels next to it, “Thanks.”
“It’ll be my pleasu—”
“Riddle! Vorpal and Samson are going at each other again!”
Mars finches at the sudden voice, he quickly turns around to see someone with beautiful, bright aurora eyes, white-silver shiny hair that looks like it shines in the dark, a stern yet princely looking face.
W-who is this guy?!
That’s all Mars could’ve think of when short of breath and a racing heartbeat. Mars couldn’t exactly process what was happening to him, so he dropped the papers on the tables and ran out of the stables as fast as he could, stopping himself at the Mirror Chambers, trying to catch his breath.
“Mars you’re so stupid, stupid, stupid, STUPID!! Why did I have to run out like that??? Ughhh… whatever, it’s fine, I’m fine! I did part and now I’ll just go back to my dorm and forget everything that had just happened.”
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As Mars reaches to the garden, he spots a bush of white roses, images of that silver-haired boy starts to flood his brain.
A-ah..! How unusual! I should… paint the roses red!
Mars goes grabs a bucket of red paint and a brush, and starts painting the roses red, while thinking of that boy from the stables.
Why did I run away from the stables? Why couldn’t I breathe? Why couldn’t I— NO I didn’t run away because of him… I was just in a rush… yeah! In a rush… Was that rude of me to run away as he showed up though? Ugh, whatever, it’s not like I’m gonna see him again…
“Uh, Mars, are you okay? You’ve just been painting the same rose over and over since I've came out here…”
Mars jumps at the unexpected voice from behind, he turns around to see Trey with a concerned look on his face
“Trey?! When did you get here?!?!” Mars said in a shaky voice.
“Not for too long? I just kinda came out here for fresh air, then I saw you painting the same rose for a few minutes. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”
“Oh, have I? Well… to be honest, I don’t even remember why I picked up a bucket and started painting the roses anyway.” He follows up with an awkward laugh.
Mars drops the bucket and brush and starts to walk off, “Imma just go back to my room and rest, my head kinda hurts, so I’ll just lay in my bed for a bit, see ya later.”
Trey, a bit hesitant to say anything, says, “Yeah, see you later too.”
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Finally, Mars reaches his bedroom, grabs a random book from the shelves, lays in his bed and starts reading, though… something is preventing Mars from reading his book.
“What color were his eyes again?” He mumbles to himself as he stares off to distance.
A few seconds goes back and he zones back in, face palming himself, “Stop, stop, stop… you don’t even know his name!”
He mumbles, “Tomorrow is gonna be another normal day, tomorrow is the Unbirthday Party…”