Riddle didn't know what to expect when Jonah mentioned an after-sunset party. He had prepared for the worst like bodies of drunken students scattered on the floor. He certainly didn't expect this. Azul wasn't in his Octavinelle Dorm Uniform. Instead, he was dressed in a black trench coat and pinstripe trousers, also wearing a red scarf and a hooded, gray and white flower-print mantle, and a black fedora. It felt as if they were in a bar in those old gangster movies that Che'nya often shown during their secret sleepover. Azul held the vintage jazz microphone as the light dimmed around them, leaving only a single spotlight above Azul.
I had plenty money 1922
You let other rich men make a fool of you
Why don't you do right
Like some other men do?
Riddle had heard Azul sing before, but he had never thought that the Octavinelle Prefect's voice could be this smooth. Azul opened his eyes, lips curled up into a smirk. Leaving the mic, but his voice still sounded as loud as it previously was, he walked around the stage in such an alluring way.
Get out of here
Get me some money too
Walking down the stage, Riddle clenched his fist under the table. Jonah never mentioned when the performance would pick their lucky partner. And knowing Azul, he would definitely play around just to tick Riddle off. And that was true. Azul walked past his table, giving Riddle a small wink which Riddle responded with a glare.
You're sittin' down wonderin' what it's all about
You ain't got no money, they will put you out
A small *click* was heard on top of his table. Looking up he saw Jack put a cup of tea in front of him. Purposely leaning down, he whispered, "How are you going to make him choose you?"
Riddle picked up the cup and sipped the drink, trying to look casual. "I don't know," he whispered back. "I don't know what he's trying to do."
Jack nodded. He walked away, keeping his eyes close to Azul who sat cross-legged on one of the Scarabia customers' tables.
Why don't you do right
Like some other men do?
Azul purposely tucked a strand of the boy's hair behind his ear. His finger traced the boy's cheek and down his chin. Even when Azul pulled his finger away, the boy's head still tried to follow him, completely love-struck.
Get out of here
Get me some money too
Azul started to walk around again, purposely walking further away from Riddle. He reached a table with a Pomefiore student, giving him a slight bow and he offered a hand. The boy, cheeks flushed, put his hand on top of Azul. The singer smiled, giving the boy a small kiss on the back of his hand.
If you had prepared 20 years ago
You wouldn't be a-wanderin' now from door to door
Azul walked closer toward him and he took off his fedora. Riddle's eyes widened. Don't tell him...
Why don't you do right
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Twisted-Wonderland: Our Precious Treasure (Part 2)
FanfictionJonah Argentum is, even after all these times, still confused. Sure, there's a lot he needs to learn in Night Raven College, especially with the Final Exam is coming closer. For this magicless kid, also long as he can pass every class this...
