♞ KNIGHT ♞

It was a rather busy day at Ringabel’s newly founded cafe. Most of his staff were preoccupied with guests of their own, and so, Ringabel took it upon himself to serve the girl when she walked in. Of course it had nothing to do with how cute she was! Ringabel was a professional after all!

But when he got the request to read to her, he was left stumped. Of course they had books set aside for such requests, but Ringabel was never one for the more... brainy requests. Regardless, he knew it had to be done! For the sake of this cute girl- Wait- For professionalism!

He took a seat very close to the girl, and began to read. At first he was able to keep his dramatic flair in the reading, but he soon began to grow sleepy. His voice dragged out, and somehow, the session ended with this girl reading to him! 

Ringabel couldn’t believe it. Just moments ago, he was doing his weekly shopping in the little general store. He spotted a beautiful young lady, and of course, it was his duty to approach her. He couldn’t quite remember the comment he made, but whatever it was, was met with an angry look and a purse ready to bat him over the head. As any gentleman would do, Ringabel fled for his life, only to ignore the “Wet Floor” signs, slip, and knock over a shelf of goods in the process.

Ringabel couldn’t believe what he saw before him. That... That girl wearing one of his most prized jackets. Ringabel squinted, rather frustrated by the situation at hand. He was not one to mess around when it came to his flashy designer clothes.

Without wasting another moment, Ringabel made a B-Line straight to the girl to confront her. After all, he couldn’t have just anyone wearing his beloved clothes! Not even cute girls could be an exception! “Excuse me-”

But of course with Ringabel’s luck, as soon as he walked up to Lila, he noticed how big his coat looked draped over her. And most of all, how cute she was, cuddled up in it- Ringabel swallowed thickly, and tried to continue “I- I b-believe you’re w...” 

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes

♕: Holding hands

♖: Having their hair washed by your muse

♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.

♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort

♙: Sharing a bed

♚: Head scratches

♛: Sharing a dessert

♜: Shoulder rubs

♝: Reading a book together

♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)

♟: Patching up a wound

♤: Taking a bath together

♧: Your muse playing with their hair

♡: Accidentally falling asleep together

♢: Forehead or cheek kisses

♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

♣: Back scratches

♥: Your muse crying about something

Though Ringabel was still very new to Hinamori, he’d already made quite a few trips to the Red District Bar. Bars and coffee shops tended to be Ringabel’s second home, regardless of what city he was in. And Ringabel’s favorite spot in a bar was always just that, on a stool right at the bar. He usually spent the night using his definitely not cheesy one-liners on anyone in the establishment who caught Ringabel’s eye. 

But someone else caught his eye for a different reason. The bartender. Ringabel was a pro at picking up rumors. It just came with trying to talk to everyone all the time. And he’d heard things about this guy. That this wasn’t his only job, and that if you had the money, he’d do the work. Ringabel squinted, eying the bartender. 

Ringabel had been hard at work himself, trying to start a very particular business. He still had no idea if it would even work. If he could manage to get things together and get it up and running. He hadn’t even received a business permit from the city, let alone acquired a location. So to start the hunt for employees would be absurd. But Ringabel didn’t want to lose his chance with this guy, and decided to give it a shot.

“Here, here. Bartender!” Ringabel slurred. He’d been at the bar for some hours now, and it was starting to take its toll on him. Ringabel wasn’t exactly a lightweight, but he wasn’t a pro at holding his alcohol either. He hiccupped before waving his arms around over his some more, hoping to get this bartender’s attention. “Helloooo~”

Ringabel was becoming desperate. His own investigation was leading him in circles. He’d spent all his free time exploring the area. And there was definitely no way out. He’d seen the Forbidden Forest, though he wasn’t stupid enough to try to make it through. He’d wandered every last inch of the more manageable forests and meadows. He’d searched the entire beach. He even tried to find anyone who might have a ship he could pilot home, but there was no such luck. He’d spoken to some of the locals, though he got more slaps in the face than answers. Then again, he also tended to lose track of his priorities when said locals were particularly attractive.

But regardless, he had nothing. All he knew was that this island was a prison. A large, rather enjoyable prison, but a prison nonetheless. And as for himself, he still knew nothing. He still went by the ever so slightly cruel nickname he’d picked up before all this. He still clung to the mysterious journal he’d woken up with, though it didn’t seem to provide any information on himself at all. He was at a loss.

And that was how Ringabel found himself in the office of a private investigator. Perhaps this solution was more dramatic than necessary, but he couldn’t think of anyone else to turn to. When Ringabel found himself face to face with this so called “private investigator”, he couldn’t help but feel intimidated, though this guy really didn’t look the part. Swallowing thickly, Ringabel anxiously tugged on the collar of his shirt, feeling a little overheated.

Between his job at the restaurant, and all the chores of starting a new business, Ringabel was feeling overworked. He was still very new to this mysterious island, but in trying to settle down comfortably, he’d totally overlooked exploring this place that he would be living in for an indefinite amount of time. So as soon as he did find the time, Ringabel decided to dedicate a day to finding all the best places to hang out, and more importantly, all the best places to pick up cute girls.

It was a bright, sunny day, and while it was beautiful, the heat was making Ringabel’s adventure a little bothersome. His skin was growing hot from underneath his many layers of clothing, and his perfectly styled pompadour was beginning to wilt. There was no way he could be seen in in public like that. He needed to come up with a solution, quick. He glanced down at the map he’d picked up in one of the shops, and almost immediately spotted the beach. His eyes lit up, and he rushed home, just to change out for a little more appropriate attire and some sunglasses. And to make sure his hair was perfect before he stepped foot on the beach, where he was sure there would be countless beautiful women.

However when he got there, he was disappointed to find that many of the girls he would normally approach with no hesitation were called for. Even the attractive guys seemed to be at that beach with someone else. Ringabel heaved a sigh, but did not give up. His eyes scanned the beach like a hawk, when suddenly, he spotted perhaps the most stunningly beautiful girl he’s seen all day, sitting in the lifeguard booth. Ringabel wasted no time, slicking his hair on the sides,  putting on his sunglasses, and making a B-line for that booth. “Lifeguard! Lifeguard help! I have an emergency.” Ringabel had to try hard not to grin at his own incredibly smooth plan. “A heart attack! There’s been a heart attack here on the beach.”