Twisted-Wonderland: Our Precious Treasure (Part 1)

(52) TRotW: Portrait of Evidence!

He didn't mean to wake up late. Well, technically school wasn't in another hour and a half. But he hadn't made any breakfast for him and Grim. That cat was probably complaining by now. When he finally reached the last stairs, he could hear the cluttering sounds of plates and spoons from the kitchen. Had Grim wake up early?

Walking to the kitchen slowly, he was surprised for what he had seen. "Guys?"

He didn't anticipate a familiar orange-haired senior standing behind the counter while passing a carton of milk to Grim and a redhead senior who was previously sitting on the barstool while munching his cereal. All of them suddenly looked up toward him. It seemed that he wasn't fresh enough, because he didn't anticipate the sudden grips on his upper arms from redhead who leaped up and ran toward him.

"Jonah!" Riddle shouted in front of his face. "Why are you out from bed? You should be resting!"

"I-I'm fine, Senior Riddle." Jonah reached for one of his hands. "No broken bones and all."

Riddle squeezed his upper arms again, before moving to his cheeks and patting down Jonah's body, making sure the boy wasn't hurt anywhere. Happy that he didn't receive any grunt or a winch, Riddle let out a sigh. "Good..." he whispered. But then he reached for Jonah's shoulder again, screaming in his face. "What were you thinking? You fell from your broom, you could've died!"

"But I didn't!" Jonah sighed. He rolled his eyes. "Not you too!"

Riddle sighed. "Please, just..." He dropped his head, nearly touching Jonah's forehead. "Don't do that again."

Jonah bit his lip, reaching behind Riddle's head and his finger softly through his hair. "I'll try."

Riddle nodded a little, then he pulled back, slowly letting his hand drop to his side. "What are you doing here anyway?" Jonah asked.

There was a small blush on Riddle's cheeks as he rubbed behind his neck sheepishly. "Well... I-We..." Seeing that Riddle couldn't answer without stuttering, Cater was the one who answered.

"We're here to have breakfast with you."

"Jonah, Jonah!" Grim flew toward him, pulling him to the counter where, he just realized, an untouched bowl was set. "I've prepared some cereal for you!"

Jonah chuckled. "Thanks, guys," he said, sitting on the barstool next to Riddle.

"You should be lucky that we arrived just in time," Cater laughed. "Grim was about to pour buttermilk instead of milk."

Grim nearly chocked in his mouth. "They have the same bottle!"

"And you were about to pour 'milk' first before cereal."

"Cereal is cereal no matter the order of pouring!"

Jonah laughed. He turned to Riddle. "So, any other reason you came here?"

Riddle set his spoon on the counter again. "There has been another incident," he said, not looking at Jonah. "Jamil Viper, a second-year student from Scarabia Dorm. We're thinking to ask him after this." This time, Riddle looked up to him, eyes shining his concern. "Just to make sure, are you sure you can join us? If you're still hurt, I'll make a permission slip for you."

Jonah let out a small grin. "It's alright. I can still run around."

Riddle frowned. "Don't."

Jonah giggled. "But seriously, I'm fine. I'll join in your search."

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"Yo! The dude that got injured in the kitchen last night!"