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[princeofwhores]

[His Highness and supreme ruler of Tel Maran, crown prince of the Dal'Anor Empire; the Emerald Prince himself is looking.... rather terrible.

In fact, he's not been seen for quite some time, and when he's finally stepping out of his room, he looks a lot thinner. The prince appears sickly and tried, and he walks like he's in his own world, taking a break once before the stairs to catch his breath.

So how about them curses? They tend to suck.]

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[princeofwhores]

It has been a while since we had it go this far... we were just a child then, and we were mostly bedridden. It was before the harem opened for us, and we finally found some solace to our pain inside.

[Ah, happy memories.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Huh. [...you know, he would find that weird if it weren't for a weird monster-caused affliction back home that had a similar temporary cure. so really, that's just kind of normal.]

Well, that doesn't sound so bad.

[princeofwhores]

We greatly miss it, and our beloved companions.

[He sounds like a lovestruck fool =/ ]

It is a pity that such things are different here.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[what a cutie. C:]

A pity indeed. Good companions are hard to find.

[princeofwhores]

[It sucked even more when his title and royal blood meant nothing here.]

...you are a good man.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[jdsfksldfsjdlf. dsjflksdfsjdlfsdfjsd.]

What?

[princeofwhores]

[Now he's going into full flirt mode. Robin had taken away enough pain for him to get his groove back, so why not use the opportunity?]

You are a very attractive person.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[oh. oooh, okay. that he can deal with. he huffs a little, annoyed that he caught him off guard like that.]

Okay, now you're just hitting on me.

[princeofwhores]

[Bingo. That's a nice reaction.]

Naturally. How can we not~? Your kindness and your handsome features have charmed us completely.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Hah, then you may be an easy one to charm. I'm flattered, all the same.

[he thinks he knows where this is going, but he doesn't want to be rude yet. he'll see if he asks.]

[princeofwhores]

[He smirks and leans even closer.]

Flattered? It is only the truth!

[Is he... yes, he's leaning in to kiss.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[Robin ducks out of the way of that lean, frowning a little...

only to sneak in a kiss against his neck. he can't let Majid go and have too much fun, now.]

[princeofwhores]

[Majid first thought he had made a mistake when he saw that frown - but then there were lips against his neck, and the prince closes his eyes for a moment.

That was nice.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he'll lean back again, waiting for the prince to open his eyes... upon which he gets close, really looking at them, like he can find something secret in them if he searches hard enough.

maybe he finds it, because he smiles.]

You have beautiful eyes.

[princeofwhores]

Our eyes?

[There's a slight flush at that - Majid was used to people complimenting his hair or his looks, but his eyes? That was unusual.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he's very fond of red eyes. for a lot of reasons.]

They're a lovely color. Full of heart, too. I like them. [and no one said Majid was the only one that could lay on the flattery.]

[princeofwhores]

You are far too kind~ ♥ Few people find our eyes interesting.

[He basks in the praise like it's sunlight.]

Yet your own handsome features leave us breathless!

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he ends up laughing at that. it's too cheesy.]

I think we can agree that we're both just handsome motherfuckers.

[he props his head up on his hand and gives him a sidelong glance.]

Does this mean I have to carry you back down the stairs, too?

[princeofwhores]

[He cringes at the 'motherfuckers' and looks rather... disgusted for a moment. But then he shakes his head, that smile returning.]

...you may carry us anywhere, if you so desire~ ♥

[He smiles, steadying himself a bit with the help of Robin's shoulder.]

Otherwise, we are certain we can make our way back.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[...oh, right. this guy must have standards or something.]

I suppose that your room would be convenient.

[...he'll scoop him up again, though, because he likes doing that. C:]

[princeofwhores]

[Not standards as much as mommy issues.]

Indeed~

[Whoa is he picked up again? He can deal with that.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he is picked up and being carried... back down the stairs.]

So where are you from, anyway?

[princeofwhores]

[So does not mind this time... he feels less terrible, after all.]

We are from the beautiful and powerful empire of Dal'anor!