We Wear The Mask

Poolside Picnic

Notes:

Hey Descendants!

Another chapter! I'm sorry it was late getting out. Took a few hours of sleep after a twenty-hour writing session with Twisted! And the best part? We get to write tomorrow too. I love extra days off!

Lots of love!

Dark

(See the end of the chapter for more notes and a few questions.)

A few days later...

Carlos snatches up a handful of raisins from the blanket holding food before he rushes back over to his pile of books where he and Deez had set up shop.

"Carlos! I'm not done setting up yet." Evie scolds, though the smile softens the blow.

"SMORWY E!" Carlos apologizes with a mouthful. He loved when Evie set up picnics, she always got the best food, and it was always right there, in pretty bowls and on pretty plates, begging to be eaten.

Mal snorts, "Swallow first kid." She mocks as she primes her can of spray paint.

Carlos blushes as he instantly swallows, "Sorry." He repeats as he turns his head into his shoulder.

Hyades chuckles as she pulls a book from her bag and looks up to, "Here Carlos, I thought you might want to read this before I return it to Yensid."

"What's it about?" Carlos takes the offered book, already flipping it around in his hands. He usually didn't like fiction books, but Hyades had a good taste.

"A scientist ends up in a world of magic that's being taken over by an evil mage," Hyades smiles, "I liked it, and it made me think of you."

"Oh cool, that sounds awesome." He nods before he starts sorting through his books, he knew he had another book on metallurgy and smelting that he'd been wanting to discuss with Deez.

Jay chuckles, "Don't get too into that book C." He warns as he leans his hip against a crumbling wall of cement. "Mal wants you sparring T first."

"Sure, sure." Carlos rolls his eyes. He hoped that could wait until after lunch. He hadn't gotten dinner last night, or breakfast this morning. The raisins had been amazing, hardly even any mold on them, but all they'd done was make him realize how hungry he was.

"Where the fuck is your obnoxious fucking tard anyways?" Mal asks with a raised brow as she turned to Jay.

Jay takes a deep breath before he turns to face Mal, "I'm not sure, Mal. I don't keep tabs on him anymore."

Mal's eyes narrow before she frowns. "Keep up the tone Jay, and you will be."

Jay bites his tongue and turns back to continue marking out the sparring ring with the can of pink Ma; had given him.