𝓕𝓻𝓸𝔃𝓮𝓷 𝓗𝓾𝓮 [Slow Updates]

The Bracelet

Mal swung open the door to her dorm room, allowing Evie to eagerly dash inside. "Wow, this place is so amaz—"

"Gross," Mal interjected, her voice dripping with cynicism.

Evie promptly regained her composure and rescued the situation with a quick save. "I know, right? Amazingly gross." Mal took the hint and pulled the curtain shut, dimming the sunlight filtering through.

Evie seized the moment to appreciate the opulent pinkish décor of the dorm room. "Is it just me, or did the princess who gave us the tour seem a bit... odd?" Mal mused, her hand sinking into the plushness of her bed. "Ugh, even the bed sheets are silk."

Humming thoughtfully, Evie continued her visual exploration. "Maybe. It's hard to say. She might not be overly thrilled about us."

A smirk curled at the corners of Mal's lips. "Well, of course. Who ever likes us? But seriously, did you notice she wears gloves even in this extremely hot weather? And that perpetual ice-cold stare she has? It's kinda creepy. She has a resting bitch face" Evie gasped at the unexpected curse word, and Mal rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on, don't be so sensitive," she chided, brushing off the tension.

Leaving no room for lingering awkwardness, Evie returned to the conversation, "I really can't say for sure, Mal. We've only been here for less than an hour. There might be some other strange people around. Maybe even someone more complex than her."

Mal's chuckle held a hint of agreement. "Yeah, true. But that icy gaze of hers... it's like... you know?"

The blue-haired girl joined her best friend, perching beside her on the bed. "Totally get it. But that's what makes her intriguing, right? Who knows, maybe she'd be up for being part of my happily ever after," Evie mused dreamily.

Mal laughed softly. "Sure thing, dream on. Let's go find the boys." Without waiting for a response, she tugged Evie along, dashing toward the boys' dormitory.

----------------------The girls entered the boys' room to find Carlos absorbed in a game, his screams filling the air. Evie's gaze swept the space as Mal walked toward Jay. "Jay, what exactly are you up to?"

Pausing in his activities, Jay responded to Mal's query. "It's called 'stealing.'"

Perplexed, Mal inquired further. "Alright, but what's the goal?"

Jay retrieved one final item from his coat, holding it up. "Well, Mal, it's like shopping for whatever I want, but without paying a dime." Mal blew out a sigh, exasperation evident.

"Just so you know, I nabbed the princess's bracelet." Jay proudly exhibited a silver bracelet, which Evie observed closely before gingerly taking it from his hand. The bracelet's touch was unnaturally cold, as though it had been stored in a deep freeze. She laid it on her bed, keen on avoiding the chilling sensation, and noticed that it bore engraved letters, worn and scratched but still decipherable enough to make out an "A."

Examining the bracelet, Evie questioned its authenticity. "This looks pretty worn-out. Are you sure it's from the princess?"

Jay nodded confidently. "Yup, swiped it right off her wrist. Guess she's not the most cautious person, huh, Evie?" A hint of annoyance marked his tone as he gestured for Evie to hand it back. However, she quickly stashed it in her bag, planning to examine it later. "Hey!" Jay protested. Evie swatted at his hand. "You've already gotten plenty!" she retorted, her sternness evident. Jay grumbled under his breath and resumed organizing his loot.

"Alright, you can either leave these here or leave them here for us to reclaim when we rule the world," Mal informed Jay, sarcasm heavy in her voice. Jay shot her a glare.