*VANEZ'S POINT OF VIEW*
"So," I awkwardly began, "What's new with you, Harkat?"
Harkat shifted uncomfortably in his spot. "Nothing much."
"Yeah? That's cool..." Wow, things are getting REALLY awkward. "Are your nightmares getting better?"
"Um, I'm not... comfortable talking about this."
"Oh, that's understandable," I said, rubbing the back of my neck. Somebody PLEASE come and tell us that our time's up!
The closet door suddenly flew open.
THANK YOU.
Wait... is that-
"Vancha?" Harkat blurted out, which caused my train of thoughts to stop.
"You seemed really surprised," Vancha noted, his usual cocky grin plastered on his face. I smiled and got up and Harkat left the closet.
"Decided to join our game~?" I purred. Vancha let out a laugh before responding.
"Of course! Well, I was just passing by the Games' Hall when I heard noises within. So, I thought that I'd check it out." Vancha and I left the closet and took our spots on the ground.
"Great. This should be fun..." Harkat grumbled.
"Who is going to go next..." Darren mumbled to himself. He spun the bottle again, then we all waited for it to stop. When said bottle did stop, it was pointing at Darren. His cheeks flushed when everybody looked his direction and - without any words - Darren re-spun the bottle.
*DARREN'S POINT OF VIEW*
The bottle eventually came to a stop. My jaw dropped when I saw who it was pointing to. Sure, he wasn't officially playing, but I'm sure Vancha could somehow con him into.
A certain black haired, grumpy Vampire Prince was sitting at a nearby table.
And that's who had to go in the closet with me.
An awkward silence hung in the air. But of course, Vancha March was the one who broke it.
"Oi, Mika!"