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“Awww!!” the two wail in unison.

They’re like puppy dogs deflating the instant their owner steps outside and shuts the door behind him. Chihuahuas, Jamil thinks. They are chihuahuas. Packed full of energy and releasing it in all the wrong ways.

Rielle awkwardly scratches his cheek. “That’s too bad. I was really looking forward to celebrating making a new friend… but it’s too much to ask, then I have don’t want to make trouble.”

“Please, Jamil!” Kalim pleads, latching onto his vice dorm leader by the arms. “Come on, when’s the next time we're going to see Rielle?"

("Hopefully never," Jamil mutters, just quietly enough to not be perceived by the others. Once per year for the interscholastic competition is already too much for my liking.)

"We should take the chance and throw the party while he's still here," Kalim continues. To Jamil’s horror, his face suddenly lights up in the way that the sun does before a heat wave. “I know!! How about I help with the prep? If we split up the work, we’ll get it done way faster.”

Jamil inhales sharply.

IT ABSOLUTELY WILL NOT.

Have you already forgotten what happened the last time you attempted to “help”? You dumped the entire spice cabinet into the curry and ruined the batch. You accidentally released the peacocks from their pen and I had to run all over campus collecting them. You hired three separate bands without accounting for them fighting for the same space.

Everything you touch turns into a logistical nightmare that I have to clean up for you. If you really wanted to “help”, then you could stay put and not do or say anything unless spoken to!!

“Having one extra set of hands won’t make much of a difference,” Jamil sternly points out, arms folded. “Organizing an event involves much more work than just…”

“What if I helped too?”

Jamil robotically cranes his head toward Rielle, like it swivels on a rusted axis.

“I can help!!” the merman repeats sunnily. He spins, waving at the various Scarabia students lounging on carpets and cushions. “We all can! If each of us pitches in, then we can make this party happen! Each of us has our own talents we can contribute to the group.”

Frowning, Jamil rushes to intervene. “That’s not really what—”

But Rielle’s already walking over and hauling people up by the hands. He’s yapping so much that no one can get in a word. “Oooh, you look like a good chef! With your height, you’d be perfect for hanging up decorations! You can put together a music set!“

The Scarabia mobs helplessly look to Kalim. He, unfortunately, meets them with glittering eyes and fists clenched in determination.

“Rielle’s right!! We can’t give up so soon!” Kalim declares. “Alone, we won’t be able to pull it off—but when we come together, nothing’s stopping us. Let’s go, guys!! With our powers combined, we’ll make the best darn party Twisted Wonderland’s ever seen!”

A rallying cry. Jamil’s lip curls. Typical RSA. Typical Kalim.

“… Once again, you two appear to have made the decision on your own and charged ahead. Isn’t there someone here you forgot to ask?” Jamil asks flatly. His patience, rapidly wearing thin.

“Hm?” Realization dawns on Kalim. He bonks himself in the forehead with the heel of one hand.“Gah, you’re right! I forgot to ask you what party prep activity you’d like to do this time!”

NOT what I meant!!

“I would prefer to be doing no activity at all,” Jamil clarifies, sharpness slipping through into his voice. Today was supposed to be slow, not stressful.

Someone smacks him on the back from behind. Too strong to be Kalim. The wind goes flying out of Jamil’s lungs. A painfully cheery voice rings in his ears—he feels the beginning of a migraine.

“That’s okay! You can relax for now. Kalim and I can take the lead!”

Memories sound off like war flashbacks. All color drains from Jamil, his pupils dilating. He throws himself in Rielle’s path to the kitchen, spreading his arms out to block him.

“I’ll… supervise.”

Rielle’s smile falters into a pout. “I’m not a kid anymore, I don’t need someone to watch over me and boss me around.”

“I insist.” Jamil presses, stepping forward-to force Rielle back. “This has nothing to do with age, maturity, or control, I assure you.”

“Yeah, Jamil keeps an eye out for me all the time!” Kalim chimes in (much to Jamil’s chagrin). “He’s looking out for us, that’s all.”

Rielle’s mouth pinches. Hurt swims in his big, blue eyes. “But…”

Good grief, what a child. Not even Kalim’s youngest sibling acts as like this.

“… I understand your concerns, Rielle-sama. Far be it from me to ride above my station and issue orders to a prince. I will limit myself to instructing the students under my jurisdiction. Does that sound acceptable?”

“Well…” Rielle trails off, uncertain. “Yeah, I guess that’s fine.”

Idiot. Nothing’s stopping me from telling a Scarabia student to intervene with whatever you get up to. Figures that a slapdash solution like this would placate a petulant prince.

“Yaaay, I’m glad you guys were able to make up!” Kalim cheers, clapping both boys on the shoulder. “We can get to know each other even better once we get this party started!!”

Jamil lowers his head. The bow, stiff, like a stick forced to bend.

“I am happy to be of service.”