♕ 09 - Shrinking
[In the lobby there is a child. A familiar child, perhaps to some, and to others a stranger. He's sitting in one of the singular chairs, back straight, feet dangling a bit above the floor. He's dressed in red shorts and a red tank that's cut to show his belly, but he has a white wrap that cuts across half his body in a sort of semi-toga, belted at the waist. His dark black hair is drawn back in a small ponytail, kept up with a ruby and gold pin shaped like a flame, and from one ear dangles a long earring shaped like a banner. His eyes are a familiar shade of gold, but unlike their adult counter part they're less mischievous and more rebellious and poutish with a hint of childish glee hidden in there - basically the eyes of an eight year old boy.
And of course, sitting in his lap is the journal, opened wide, the boy flipping through it with curious eyes, but when it offers no answers and no one has come to get him so far he finally opts for an imperial declaration.]
I demand to know where I am. Papa didn't say anything about me being sent away to another palace or a lord's mansion. If this is a kidnapping, I'm telling you right now Papa will be mad and you'll pay! So you had better release me if you know what's good for you!
[And he'll just ignore the fact he's a little scared right now too...]
[ooc: loss start!]
And of course, sitting in his lap is the journal, opened wide, the boy flipping through it with curious eyes, but when it offers no answers and no one has come to get him so far he finally opts for an imperial declaration.]
I demand to know where I am. Papa didn't say anything about me being sent away to another palace or a lord's mansion. If this is a kidnapping, I'm telling you right now Papa will be mad and you'll pay! So you had better release me if you know what's good for you!
[And he'll just ignore the fact he's a little scared right now too...]
[ooc: loss start!]