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Alberu opened his door to… absolutely no one? What?
“Down here, hyung. Happy Halloween.”
He looked down. There was a familiar tuft of red situated atop a shiny black plastic mass. “No. Cale, fucking tell me you didn’t—”
The second-year student grinned from inside his trash bag, perplexingly tightened in a loose knot at his neck. How he had tied it, Alberu had not a clue in the world. He hadn’t even cut holes for his limbs to fit through, for crying out loud! Fuck, forget how he’d tied it up, how had he reached the doorbell?
“This is what you get for giving me only a week’s warning. You know I need more than that to mentally prepare for our golden godchild’s living room extravaganzas.”
“Yeah, fuck you too, dongsaeng.” Alberu’s pristine suit and vibrant half-cape seemed to glow with the warm backlighting from the hall, while Cale’s plastic bag seemed to cut a shadowy hole in the moonlight. He took a photo, taking advantage of his momentary surprise at Alberu taking out his phone, then turned to lead the redhead inside.
“Is the shining sun of our Roan Academy really going to abandon this poor trash on his front porch?” Because of course his dongsaeng was too lazy to even cut holes for his limbs.
The blond jerked to a stop, unwilling to look back and face Cale’s knowing, smug grin. Fuck, they really knew each other too well.
He did so anyways, fake smile dropping to a deadpan glare when he noticed what the redhead was sitting on. “No. I am not pulling you in like some… some…”
“Pug on a skateboard.”
“What?” Alberu’s blood pressure was rising dangerously quickly in the face of that stoic stare. “Oh my fucking gods. Are you already drunk?”
“Tch. You really think so lowly of me?”
“No, you’re right. Drunk Cale is worse.”
Cale scowled. “Pull me in.” His imperious attitude was undercut by the fact that he was sitting on a skateboard in a plastic bag.
He’s kind of cute. Wait what? Alberu pressed his champagne flute to his forehead, letting the cool crystal seep into his skin. I am not drunk enough to poke that bag of crazy cats. He started to shut the door.
And then the footsteps came. “Alberu? You good? The others were wondering why you’re taking so long.”
“Oh, just trying to figure out how to bring our precious underclassman inside. I’m afraid my hands are occupied.” Sure they were, one holding the door open and the other swilling shimmering champagne around a crystal flute. They all diplomatically ignored the conveniently vacant surface of the shoe cabinet.
“Eric, happy Halloween. Help pull me inside, won’t you? We mustn’t let our glorious Roan Prince get his hands dirty, now!” The Wheelsman heir, bless him, simply chuckled good-naturedly and stepped around Alberu to pick up the rope. How the man had put up with Cale for most of his life, Alberu had no clue.
Eric’s ‘accountant’ outfit jangled obnoxiously as he stooped down, then once more as he straightened up with Cale’s lead in hand. “Just wheel me into the corner of the room and leave me with a few bottles, yeah?”
“Sure thing, Cale.”
Alberu watched them go ahead and felt his eyebrow twitch violently. He sighed, threw back the rest of his drink, and turned towards the kitchen. His phone pinged.
Prof. Eruhaben – 17:13
Has my human turned up? I wanted to know his costume but he wouldn’t tell me! Alberu! I, the great and mighty Raon, demand to know!
He stared at the message for a few seconds before he felt himself start to smile uncontrollably. In the corner of the living room, Cale shuddered and grimaced inside his plastic bag at a sudden sense of foreboding.
Alberu – 17:13
Check the group chat. And give the Professor back his phone.
Prof. Eruhaben – 17:13
Okay!
Alberu flicked to the general group chat (CPS but we don’t get paid, not to be confused with about to start our Yandere Arcs TM) and sent a message before tucking his phone away. He grabbed two of the best bottles, taking a moment to readjust his ‘scammer’ smile to something more family friendly before he re-entered the living room.
That bastard doesn’t know what’s coming for him.