I know you like it sweet.

Then came the routine, every morning at 7am after his shower. Facial cream, deodorant, socks first. Then, hairdryer, which made it poofy enough that it stood by itself. White shirt, white trousers that were so tight it raised his voice pitch by 3 decibels. White smart shoes, and finally the white chefs jacket. Slightly modified for flair.

Everything was perfect, again. This day of many in the dead of winter, not a single soul for miles except the ladies at reception. He sat on his lumpy bed, staring at the red light on the wall that flashed and buzzed whenever there was a challenger approaching. It had been 34 days since the last challenger. Every book on his shelf had its spine torn and pages frayed from constant reading. There was no electricity in the dorms, or even the main hall. It was all directed to the chambers for their fancy entrance effects, like Siebold's magically flooding room. It always got his shoes wet.

Buzz.

"Huh?" Siebold quipped in disbelief, the light buzzed. It shone a bright red, outreaching the light that seeped in from the bathroom window. Buzz. 

Siebold almost jumped out of his shoes. As he quickly paced with long strides down the dorm hall he managed to complete his presentation checklist. Cravat: Straight. Hair: Poofy. Collar: Straight.. The hallway ended, leading into the large and dark main hall, lit only by the tall and looming stained glass window, projecting a deep blue onto the mat in the center and the fire stakes hung by each door.

Yet, at the end of the hall was a dark figure with a bag around their shoulder and glasses reflecting the light. The door shut behind them, and Siebold immediately recognised who it was.

Currently, I owe everyone. Yup.

I'm looking to give Siebold some threads, so if you wanna send me a message or if you're sheepish just reply to this post and I'll hit you up. Or don't, that's fine too.

Also I was plotting with a few people on Kyouhei but it's been a few days since I've even logged into him and I totally haven't forgotten about Kyou so if I've somehow forgotten you or something feel free to punch me in the fucking face.

Kyouhei

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Touko ??

Touya

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Mei

Grimsley

Syria

Serena

Steven

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Siebold 

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Malva

Grimsley

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Steven

Siebold smirked, the sharp eyed man finally caught on. There wasn’t enough room on this boat for the both of them after all.

"Well, since you refuse to eat the poison I just put in front of you I guess I'll just have to do it the old fashioned way, non?" he mused, whimsically tuned. Siebold’s left hand slicked back his poofy blonde hair which dangled in front of his eyes, sweaty from the cooking. 

Evil, perhaps. Yet the dark master himself did not even see this coming. A power so twisted even his black heart couldn’t turn away from succumbing: love. Grimsley’s heart ached for Siebold to return the affection, but that was not what was planned from the beginning.

"Grim, I’d hate to call you a fool.. but did you really believe I ever loved you?" The drop in his face symbolized the sinking feeling he had in his stomach, as though he had already been shot. “Ever since I saw you, I knew you would make for the perfect cut. I just had to taste you. This is as far as you go, so if you’d simply give yourself over to me, I won’t have to taint your perfectly shaped body with these bullets, hmm?”

Siebold’s shoulders tensed up as he heard it, he felt Steven’s sleazy presence behind him, eyeing him up like prime meat. Disgusting. Mr. Stone’s demoralizing sentence made him curl his toes, blood boiling almost as much as the pot of pasta in front of him.

He turned, sharply launching his slotted spoon in between Steven’s narrow eyes. His head knocked backwards and he fell off his chair.

"Mon Dieu!! Vous putain de porc!!!!" Siebold squeaked, adjusting the straps on his long white apron, he scoffed as Steven sat back up, rubbing his forehead. “Have some class will you please?” he reverted to English, so Mr. Stone’s thick skull could take it in better.

He thought about slipping some poison into the pervert’s dinner, but he realized despite his disgusting nature Steven was a kind man. Siebold smiled to himself.

"I’m almost ready to dish up" he called over his shoulder, signalling for him to start laying the table.

"I’ll dish you up.”