Scarlet Vision | Twisted Wonderland

lunch fight

"Yayyyy! It's finally lunchtime!" Grim shouts happily as the group enters the bustling cafeteria.

[Name] lets out a huff in amusement. "Calm down, Grim. It isn't going anywhere."

"How can I not?" Grim asks, his eyes scanning the array of food displayed like a buffet. "I've been starving all day. And they've got some really good stuff out today!" The group quickly makes their way behind the line of students.

The Perfect couldn't help but be curious and scanned the tantalizing array of lunch options. From sandwiches to hearty soups, there was a bewildering variety, and they couldn't decide where to start. "What should I get...?" They whispered to themselves, tapping their chin thoughtfully. Finally, they grabbed a plate and began neatly plating a selection of dishes.

"Oooohhh! Look at how fluffy the omelets are! I so want one! And the grilled chicken! And a bacon and egg tart!" Grim screeched with enthusiasm, listing the various options he had his eye on.

"If you get that much, you're practically asking for a food coma," Ace remarked as he selected his meal.

"Plus, can you really finish all that?" Deuce chimed in, arching an eyebrow.

Grim looked at Deuce, clearly offended. Deuce raised his hands in surrender with an awkward chuckle. "Fair enough."

"Where was this energy for classes?" [Name] inquired with a chuckle. However, Grim responded by sticking his tongue out playfully.

"Can you grab me the grilled chicken? There's only one left! And an omelet too! Also, that jelly-filled bread. At this point, everything!" Grim exclaimed. [Name] sighed and, with a snap of their fingers, plates filled with the feline's choices appeared, floating over their head. They nodded to one of the ghost chefs, who smiled at them.

"Don't expect me to keep doing this all the time. You'll get sick from eating so much," [Name] remarked, but Grim ignored them, humming happily and skipping along. They noticed two students in front of the feline.

"Watch out, Grim!" [Name] called out, but it was too late. Grim knocked into one of the boys' legs with an "oomph," bouncing back.

"Myah!" Grim squealed as he landed on the ground. [Name] grimaced as they gazed at the two in front of them, biting their lower lip. One had silvery-white hair, and the other had magenta hair and was the short one of the duo. They noticed they were from Heartslabyul dorm. It was about to get messy, they thought with a grimace.

The silver-haired boy turned around with a glare, and his friend mirrored the displeasure, clearly unhappy with what had happened.

"Hey! Watch where you're going!" The silver-haired boy exclaimed, glancing at his tray. [Name] noticed that he had chosen carbonara, the same dish [Name] had selected just a couple of moments ago. His face pinched in anger at the sight. "Look at my carbonara! You broke the yolk! It's the best part, too!"

[Name] glanced at the tray and then at the irate boy, then back at the tray again, shrugging. "He just did the work for you. After all, it's supposed to be broken." Gotta act chill now, they thought.

The boy blinked in shock at their sarcasm. "You did not just say that!" He hissed at them, his shock quickly turning into offense. [Name] simply shrugged, wearing an expression that conveyed a 'what-can-you-do' attitude. The magenta-haired one observed his friend's tray and couldn't help but smirk, clearly eager to add fuel to the fire.

"Oh, sevens! That's so messed up! Poking the yolk is the best part!" He laughed, knowing exactly what he was doing to annoy [Name].

"He's right. I'm gonna need some kind of compensation for this, Perfect," the silver-haired boy remarked, emphasizing their title. [Name]'s right eye twitched at the mockery, struggling to maintain their cool facade.