(no subject)

[princeofwhores]

Oh, so you dare to forget about us? It's been far too long since we were allowed to appreciate the world outside; relocating to this place is no excuse. Have you no idea of how lonely we have been? Do you wish to kill us?

We thought not.

Therefore, we decree:

ALL THE BEAUTIFUL WOMEN AND MEN OF DEAR MUN, REPORT TO OUR ROYAL HAREM!

Clothes optional, naturally.

Comments

[factaestlux]

But if you're only one person why do you talk like you're more?

[this is all he got out of that.]

[princeofwhores]

It is because we are speaking for ourselves and our country. It is a royal 'we', and we have been raised to use it.

What is your name, beautiful stranger?

[therosensaint]

[Rises an eyebrow]

[factaestlux]

Well I guess countries can't talk so it's nice of you to talk for it. [he grins.]

I'm Elior!

[princeofwhores]

What a lovely name! Elior.

We are Emir Majid al'Zumurrod, Crown Prince of Dal'anor.

1/3

[princeofwhores]

Another redhead...

[princeofwhores]

What would our father say, if he knew?

3/4 I lied

[princeofwhores]

'Our son spends far too much time focusing on redheads. He is just like his father!'

[princeofwhores]

But we love redheads~!

[therosensaint]

Excuse me? What are you exactly trying to do?

[princeofwhores]

Rebuild our harem, of course!

[factaestlux]

[there's a short silence as he considers this.]

Do I have to remember all that?

[therosensaint]

'Our harem?' Who's the second person? What happened to the first one?

[princeofwhores]

You may call us whatever you please, if you come here and sit with us~ ♥

[princeofwhores]

It is the royal we, lovely desert flower. We speak both for our country and ourselves.

[therosensaint]

That's nice. And what country is that?

[princeofwhores]

Dal'anor, the jewel of the sands.

[therosensaint]

Hm. I see.

[princeofwhores]

Come sit with us, so we can bask in your beauty!

[factaestlux]

Really? [he'll plop right down. Sorry, despite his size you've got what is essentially a giant child on your hands.] I'll call you Mir!

[princeofwhores]

Ah, so~cute~! ♥

[Never mind that Emir meant prince, he loves it. Also he's a smooth pervert and will put an arm around Elior.]

[factaestlux]

[Elior thinks hugs are pretty great, so he'll...throw his arms around the other a bit enthusiastically.]

You're nice, not like they say about people outside. [he speaks quickly, his sentences a bit jumbled, but they do made an odd sort of sense.]

[therosensaint]

[Truly doesn't know what's going on but whatever. She sits]

[princeofwhores]

[...and he smoothly puts an arm around her waist.]

[therosensaint]

[A little shiver up her spine]