WMMAP - [S1] Shelter You - (愛)してる

[Revelation]: Operation Rescues Dawn

"One path leads to the main entrance. The other leads to the exit. I will cover these two." I heard my father's voice. So I let him keep on yapping. "Your job is to take a stroll to the roof and see if there is any suspicious activity."

I followed his finger, pointing to god-knows-where, and saw a pair of golden stairways that stretched down from the center of the room.

Fancy. What with these people? They were so rich that they had to build Double stairways. And the room. Each room in this resort was big — WAAY TOO BIG to be a room. Probably could fit a whole family inside it.

"Are you evening listening?"

Gawd the music was awfully loud. Probably with harps and drums. Maybe flutes? I should make a reed flute later. First, I need to fluff my hair. Silky smooth as always. I took time getting ready here and there, as expected from the hottest guy alive. Wait... Did I remember to wash my hair today?

"Child."

Crap. He was telling me the plan. I focused back on his face, on his crooked smile. Did he brush his teeth? I mean, he kept nagging me to brush mine regularly. My gums hurt. I would prefer to spend more time fixing and combing my hair, anyway.

New resolution, new motivation, new house, new father, and, more importantly, a new hairstyle. Even if it's short now. Still, I rocked this undercut. Must be my face. I looked good in everythi—

"You are distracted."

"No, I'm not!"

"Then repeat it back to me."

Something on the... "...Woof. I meant Roof. I was... supposed to... Uh..."

"Rendezvous with me at..."

How do you even pronounce the word again?

"Reindeer fabulous... with you at...?" I said, but I've already lost the thread.

I scratched the back of my head, hoping to pluck the idea from it. He pointed to sphere tiles, in the center of the ballroom. I saw food.

Are those cookies? I want them. Is it a chocolate flavor? I hope so. Is that a chocolate fountain? Oooooh goodies. Strawberry cheesecake—

"Lucas."

"Uh..... Yes, Pops?"

"Wait for my signal. When the sun sets, carry the patrol. Then you go around and have fun."

"I put on a show the moment the sun sets. Got it." I rephrased confidently.

"At the gate. I'll contact you through the device. But you have to be there in ten breaths," my old man said, tapping my forehead.

Youch! Easy on the Handsome face please, Pop!?

"And you have to dance." He added, smiling like an old wizard or something. He was just missing some long white beard, then he would look like one.

Uh... Wait... Hold on... Did he just say Dance?

The shock of the thought took my breath. I felt my face twist into a snarl.

"What?! With who?!" I demanded.

"I don't know. But you can choose."

"Thanks. But no thanks. I don't dance."

"You have to."

"Make me."

"Dance or I will have you write more books. And you know the drill. If you cannot finish, you cannot eat."