Where's the street-wise Hercules, to fight the rising odds?

[a_royal_terror]

[Her majesty is all dolled up, waiting for the very important meetings with the potential suitors. The woodland creatures clearly had a hand in choosing today's garments, they're far less stuffy than the usual choice of clothes. And the princess is keeping them busy by having them add decorations to the area around them. It's certainly better than

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[clownhate]

[...He stares at the hair-adjusting bluebirds and woodland animals.]

What the fuck?

[a_royal_terror]

Tch. What do you want?

[clownhate]

I wanna know why those animals are acting weird! Are they yours?

[a_royal_terror]

They seem to think so. [Glares back at them.]

[clownhate]

You mean they keep following you around? Weird! [But they're cute. If he looks at them too much longer, he'll want to play with him.]

[a_royal_terror]

They think they're my escorts. And they cannot be run off. [Little woodland things are staring at him, some of them coming a little closer.]

[clownhate]

Why'd you need an escort? You look like one of those people who's crazy about swords. And - [Oh! The woodland animals are just so cute, and his sentence trails off]

[a_royal_terror]

Although I do favor swordsmanship, a lady needs escorts often... [One of the rabbits has made it's way over.]

[clownhate]

Fluffy escorts?

[he tentatively reaches out his right hand towards the rabbit]

[a_royal_terror]

Something like that...

[Rabbit carefully presses against his hand.]

[clownhate]

'S weird. I don't get why they'd just follow someone around like that. That only happens in stories.

[He keeps his hand fairly still, but if the rabbit doesn't look scared, he'll pat its head]

[a_royal_terror]

It's happening now, isn't it?

[Rabbit nuzzles against him, and really seems to enjoy the pat.]