Twisted-Wonderland: Our Precious Treasure (Part 2)

(138) WA: Alka Tale

"Why are you always making decisions without me?" Grim was standing on one of the tables in one of the outside dining-area, paws crossed in front of his chest and tapping his foot. The sun had set just a few minutes ago and the inn was quieter than before. Considering Wassailia was two days from now, people would prefer spending dinner with out-town relatives who stay in their house for the holiday. Which kinda surprised Jonah when Killigrew said that the four of them used to spend at least one week before Wassailia having a sleepover at Jonah's house. They didn't do it last year, so this year they could make it until New Year.

"You can't keep doing this, Jonah," the cat grumbled.

Jonah, who sat behind the chair in front of Grim, chuckled lightly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Technically, you're not tied to it this time," he muttered, "you can walk this out, you know."

Grim gasped, looking offended. "Heck no. I can't let you get captured again."

In the background, Columbus looked up from the other table he was cleaning. "Did you just say-"

"It's fine. It's fine." Grim waved his paws at the dual-haired boy.

Jonah sighed at him. "Listen. This might be my only chance to recover my memories."

"You never seem to get bothered with your amnesia before," Grim said tilting his head to the side.

"Can I really think about my amnesia when we have overblot every week?" Jonah shrugged, oblivious of how Columbus just stopped his track like a broken record.

"Over-what?!"

Grim hummed, tapping his chin. "You got a point."

"Excuse me!" Columbus stomped his way toward the two and spun Jonah's chair so that he was facing him, both of his arms trapped Jonah's head. "Did you just mention something about overblot?!"

Jonah raised both hands, sweating nervously. "I didn't go overblot."

"Then who-"

"Oi, oi, oi!" Ace, who was previously helping Deuce in preparing for their all-night trip, ran toward the two boys. "Back off!" He pushed Columbus and took position behind the chair, both hands on Jonah's shoulder rather protectively. "Look. You may be the captain's supposed childhood friends, but we are brothers in arms."

Columbus raised an eyebrow at him. "Jonah is an only child."

Ace spitted out a 'pfft!' "Yeah, so?" He rolled his eyes. "We've been sticking with him since the beginning of the semester! We went through dangers together!"

"We've been with him since we were eight! We have more experience than you!"

"Heh! You call your childish adventure 'experience'!"

"Oi! We fought raccoons with rabies!"

"Well, we destroyed a mafia empire!"

"Mafia?! You're delusional!"

"Tell that to yourself, you child!"

"I am not a child!"

"That's it you two!" Jonah finally stood up. His hands stretched out, pushing both of the boys' chests to separate them. "Technically, I'm the captain for both of you, so shut both of your yappings."

There was silence between them before Ace hummed, "Fighting a child wouldn't be worth it."

"That's it!" Columbus screamed. He lunged at Ace, pushing Jonah out of the way and bringing both of them to the ground. Columbus straddled Ace's hips with his hands around the collar of his hoodie, attempting to slam Ace's head to the ground if not for the gingerhead to hold himself up, gripping tight of Columbus' wrist and turned the tide. They tumbled around, slapping, pulling hair, and screaming at each other like feral raccoons.