01 Let's Go Out

Cecil wordlessly placed a tray with tea and some assorted pastries in front of Camus and quickly retreated to the armchair in a corner of the room. Camus raised an eyebrow. How strange… He shook his head and went to work on the food placed before him. He looked at the spread before him, examining his beverage and his food. The brat sure outdid himself. The food was arranged nicely on the plate, there were no traces of accidents, the tea looked right… Slowly, the count picked up the tea cup, closed his eyes and took a tentative sip. A warmth spread through him, and a satisfied sigh seeped through his lips.

What was that sound he just made? Camus' cheeks flushed a soft pink and he opened one eye in embarrassment. He snuck a peek at Cecil: legs curled up against his chest, a tiny notebook on his knee. He looked focused, earbuds in his ear, occasionally humming and writing in his book. There really must be something in the air. The kouhai was too quiet, too focused, too much unlike himself.

But isn't this what you want? A teasing voice asked the Earl in his head.

The blonde scratched his chin thoughtfully. This was a nice change… No clumsiness and messes. The little prince being cute and hard working. And sweet, sweet silence. It was like a dream. Well, except it wasn't. As time passed, it really wasn't. Not that time was really passing. It felt like seconds were a long stretch of time. Somehow being quiet Cecil has proved to be a bigger 'distraction.'

'Camyu senpai why don't we go horseback riding today?'

No. It is nice and comfortable in this chair.

...

'I'm going for a walk today, do you want to come, Camyu Senpai?'

Dammit. What did I say? I am comfortable here.

…

'How about we eat in a dessert café together?'

Well that actually sounds like a good—No. wait.

'Camyu senpai.'

What?

...

'Camyu senpai…'

Your voice…

…..

'Camyu senpai….'

Just keeps getting louder.

'CAMYU SENPAI!"

"WHAT IS IT?"

The earl's voice boomed filling the room. His hair swished, and his cold eyes landed on his protégé across the room. Upon the sight, his eyes softened. The prince was still tucked up on the arm chair doing his own thing, completely oblivious to the loud and embarrassing scene his senior just made. Camus coughed, taking along sip of tea and a bite of a tart.

This silence was deafening. But the worst part of it was the hallucinations it was evoking. It was just too atypical, the blonde rationalized. Yes, that was the problem. This new phenomenon with Cecil was like some surprise. Did his birthday come early? Because it definitely was too soon. Not to mention that this surprise though ideal in his mind was becoming more of a nightmare. It must be a trick. The problem most certainly wasn't him. It never was. But dammit, he was going to fix it! He put his foot down, literally and strode over to the prince.

Camus tapped his foot on the floor and glared at the youngest Starish member.

"Hey. You." The Earl snarled, snatching the headphones from his mentee's ear.

The glowering didn't last very long. The string of angry words he had lined up and ready all somehow disappeared as he met with the inquisitive look Cecil gave him, complete with large doe eyes and the tilt of his head.

"We're going out," Camus stated plainly.

"What?" Cecil asked, very confused.

"Out. Now."

"Ah," Cecil answered, finally grasping the situation.

A warmth much like the feeling the tea gave him spread through the Quartet Night and he felt the room light up as the tanned Starish member smiled.

"Where are we going senpai?"

"…Ice skating." Camus managed to choke out in his normal voice despite his racing heart and feeling overwhelmingly confounded.

A/N: The first in my drabble series I am basing on an ask I answered in Tumblr about pairings and scenarios based on questions according to how I see them. I may or may not do them in order and I may not even do them all. Depends on my mood and if I ever become inspired. Yeah, so sometimes I think Camus does the asking out, although I don't think it ever comes out like asking but more like demands. So I thought of a scenario in which Camus would most likely "demand" to go out and this happened.