Twisted Asylum

Gentle Petals

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-- Move over to the therapy gardens  ✓
Option chosen!!
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The soft smell of flowers is the first thing to reach me as I stroll past the therapy gardens... Along with the sound of someone being scolded.

I sigh, walking over to the gardens, and half expecting an orderly to be telling off a patient, but...

"Ow! Quit smackin' me! All I did was pick a flower!"

"That's just it! It's Wednesday and you had the audacity to pick a flower?!"

"Uh..."

My brow furrows as I approach the fighting voices. It sounded like three people.

"Number 228 of The Queen of Hearts rules. You must not pick flowers from the garden on Wednesdays!"

"How was I supposed to know that?!"

"Ace, maybe just apologise?"

My eyes widen as I witness the scene in front of me.

Ace was crouching on the garden path, a picked flower clutched in his hand. Riddle was standing over him, a stern face as he whacked the back of Ace's head. And Deuce was watching in concern from the side.

"What is going on here?" I ask with a chuckle, approaching the group. Riddle seems to stiffen slightly, Deuce immediately smiles, before catching himself and hiding his mouth behind his hand. Ace looks like his saviour has arrived.

"Oh thank The Seven, Yuu! Riddle's pulling out his stupid rules again! Scold him or something!" Ace said indignantly, earning a whack from Deuce this time.

"Dude, shut up" Deuce hissed out, looking a bit more stern.

Riddle's eye twitches. "I assure you, doctor, The Queen of Hearts' rules are nothing to scoff at." He says in a strained voice. "They are to be followed to the point."

I nod understandingly, remembering what it said in his file about his obsession with rules. "I'm sure they are, but does that warrant smacking Ace?"

Riddle nods stiffly, as I offer Ace a hand. He takes it as he stands up.

Deuce approaches me, standing off to my side with an almost awkward smile. "What are you doing out here, by the way?"

I shrug, returning his smile. "Just enjoying the fresh air, checking on all of my patients."

The bluenette nods in understanding, slightly moving between me and Ace and causing my hand to slip from his grasp. Ace looks heavily offended at Deuce.

Riddle crosses his arms. "I do suppose this weather is pleasant. It's not too cold yet."

A commotion further into the garden catches my attention. The distinct sound of a dramatic french speaker catches my attention.

Ace fiddles with the flower in his fingers as the voice catches his attention. He snickers slightly. "I think those Pomefoire guys are in the garden somewhere."

I tilt my head, going to speak. But a dramatic flair, and what i swear are sparkles or something, swoop in next to me, half spooking Deuce and Riddle to death.

"Ah, what a coincidence, mon charmant docteur!" Rook spoke dramatically as he draped an arm over my shoulder, nearly toppling me over in the process.

"Well, hello to you too." My voice is strained as he practically pulls me into his side.

Riddle stutters lightly, before regaining his composure, his expression strained. "Rook, unhand them. You're going to pull their neck out if you continue to coddle them in such a way."