[RE-WRITTEN IN A NEW BOOK] "May I have this dance?" || SkepHalo (Royal AU)

Chapter 2 - Dear Darryl,

Edited in 5/30/21

~Zak's POV~

Dear Darryl,

I was taken aback on how you were generous enough to give something to someone like me, a random stranger with a box on their head with a drawn tongue hanging out, even if you had nothing to gain from it. I wanted to express my gratitude in a way that I have more than average experience in, which is writing. A letter to be exact. One of my specialties is writing. Other than reading, writing letters is one of my favourite way to pass time. Anyways, enough about me. I'd like to get to know you more, would you accompany me in Lara Park? Just remember that you shouldn't feel obligated to accept, as it is your choice, and your choice only. However, I would prefer you say yes, as you seem like someone I'd click with and have a good time with. I appreciate you for taking your time to read this letter, and I hope you'd appreciate me taking time to write this.

Adieu,
S. Skeppy

I scratch my arms — a bad nervous habit of mine — and reread every word in my letter, worried that I'll give off the wrong impression. One of the interesting facts about me is that I write formally even if I speak in the most casual way. Being taught by one of the most experienced writers really stuck with me.

I used a pseudonym based off of my favourite character, Skip, since taking a break from this whole prince thing would be nice. Being prince is..exhausting. It feels like whenever I'm Zak, it feels like I'm not me. I barely even know myself anymore. It's like I'm part of an audience, Zak is the main character that I can't do anything about, other than boo him as he messes up his life from the stage.

I get up to walk to Puffy's mail box, not remembering the exact address Darryl told me, and I look around to see if anyone is near. Its not that I'm embarrassed, its just that people make a big deal of everything I do. I once was exiting a place and tripped. I fell face first, and I was deeply embarrassed. Turns out people were looking at me, and I just wanted the ground to swallow me. It was on the newspaper for a week. I shake the embarrassing thoughts away from my head, as I start to walk to the mailbox.

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~Darryl POV~

Knock, knock, knock

"Come in!" I shout.

The door opens and I see one of my roommate, Alex, or as he calls himself, Quackity.

"Someone sent you a letter!" He says.

"Oh, thank you. Wait, why do you ha-"

I get cut off by Alex saying his goodbyes and shutting the door. Alex is one of the jokesters of our group. He has a sense of humour that no one can get, yet it still somehow makes anyone laugh. Whenever he's serious though, you know you messed up. He's surprisingly intimidating, especially for someone so small. Although, he has seem off for a while..

I open the letter, not knowing what to expect, especially because I only gave my station to a few of my close friends. I read the letter and was pleasantly surprised. Skeppy, huh?

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Dear Skeppy,

I would be glad to meet with you. You write really fancy o_o Im impressed. I would bring some of my snacks too, from my bakery. Save some room for alot of food hehe. What time are you available? Im available the whole day today.

I signed it and couldn't help but draw a smiley face and a small falcon on my letter. I smiled at it, a bit happy that someone wants to be my friend, or at least wants to hang out with me. I sent the letter to the address written on his letter and smiled. I went ahead to the canteen, knowing that it would take a while to hear from him again, as some of our messengers are taking a break.

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Greetings, Darryl

I have time in the afternoon. Thanks for the compliments on my writing, I deeply appreciate it. I just want to say that I think how you draw faces on your letters are adorable. The falcon you drew was outstanding, the small details are perfect, even if it's obvious that you didn't put much effort unto it. I hope to see you soon, Darryl.

S. Skeppy

I prepare all the snacks for later. Its just a couple of muffins, some bread, and some other stuff. I look over to our wardrobe, looking at all the clothes before deciding on a black hoodie, a pair of pants, and a grey checkered sweater to wear underneath the hoodie.

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~3rd Person POV~

As the two boys slowly approach the bench under the tree, they both smile as they notice each other.

"Hello, good sir!" Skeppy couldn't help but snicker at this.

"Good sir? Why so formal?" He replied in a teasing tone, both to relieve the awkward tension, and to make fun of the boy infront of him.

"Oh my goodness. Well, you're one to talk." Darryl played along. They both liked this little banter they're having.

"Shut up."

"Hey, thats rude!"

Silence appeared for a few seconds, until they both broke into small fits of laughter. It soon stops as Skeppy lands his eyes on the basket Darryl is holding. Darryl follows the boy's gaze, and his eyes slightly widen as he remembers the food he brought.

"Oh, right! Um, I told you in the letter that I brought some snacks, so here." He hands a muffin to the boy infront of him after he takes one for himself. The boy beside him slowly accepts.

"Uh, thank you."

"No problem!"

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"Anyways, s-so you like to draw?" Skeppy asks, as he watches his friends eyes widen as he gasps with excitement.

"YES!" His friend slightly blushed of embarrassment. The friend cleared his throat, "I mean, uh yes." He slightly avoids eye contact as the boy beside him laughs.

"So, what do you like to draw?" The boy feels more comfortable in this atmosphere. His friend was obviously really happy, and tried to hide it in miserably fails. You could practically see stars in his eyes as he talks about drawing falcons, his favourite animal. Zak slightly laughed because Darryl said he liked it because its the fastest bird. Soon, the moon started to rise over them, and they both look exhausted and happy, even if you couldnt see it in the dim lighting. The two friends, Zak and Darryl, went home

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~1117 words~