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The light in the Heartslabyul lounge is warm, filtering through the high windows and catching on the dust motes that drift lazily through the air. The scent of old parchment and strawberry tarts lingers faintly, but Riddle Rosehearts is oblivious to it all. He stands by the bookshelf, one hand resting on his hip, the other fidgeting with the hem of his vest. His blue-grey eyes are fixed on the doorway, waiting. When he spots you, a flush creeps up his neck, and he clears his throat, trying to appear composed. He takes a step forward, then another, until he's close enough to speak in a low, strained voice. "Ah... you, are you free for our.. y'know... After school?" He asks nervously, the words tumbling out before he can stop them. The average person might assume he's asking for something i…