For the last fucking time, I'm not a princess!!
[Idiotic, insulting things have been happening since morning. First, he woke up in some huge bed in some huge room where everything was covered in frillies and ribbons, then found out that all of his clothes (including hairties) and anyone sane around were gone, and now he was more or less forced
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Turning a good couple of corners, he soon stopped by a door that was seemingly open, due to the fact there where servants going in and out of it. Curiously he poked his head in to take a look around. His eyes looked around at the various servant the wildlife that he had to wonder how exactly they got in.
When his eyes reached the throne, he was met with a rather surprising shock, yet a really amusing one at the same time. Letting out a slight snort he stood there.]
Kan-da. What are you wearing?
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[Breathe, Kanda told himself while the chopsticks in his hand snapped in two out of annoyance. If anything, he can order the brat kicked out of the castle now. Or get him in a clown suit and fed to lions or something. That's right. Don't show how much this frustrates you --- GRRRRR.]
What does it look like?!
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Well, it looks like you're in a dress. I knew you looked like a girl at times, but now this is just the icing on the cake.
[Which reminded him, he needed to see if he could find some form of food later. For now he managed to stop laughing. He was amazed that the author could do this much.]
So, what shall I call you for this week then?
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[Wait, did you just say he looked like -- twitctwitchSNAP.]
What did you say?!
[Yup, actually getting up from the fancy armchair while the mostly empty noodle bowl clatters to the floor. Unfortunately, the clothes he is wearing don't really help with the scary. Hell if he's trying, though.]
[how about Your Highness Princess Bakanda]
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[Though Lenalee had thought that Kanda was a girl the first time they met, actually seeing him in a dress all these years later is breaking her brain a bit. Seeing as she has suddenly found herself wearing a suit of armor, she wonders if the Author somehow mixed up their roles for this new story. Not that she particularly wants to be a princess; being in Kanda's place looks daunting. Though the armor is heavy and uncomfortable to move in, it seems preferable to being pampered by a host of strangers. Still, the idea is less unpleasant when compared to seeing Kanda like that.]
I can... look for your sweater, if you want.
[It's about all she can manage to say. Kanda is a princess. This... this does not compute. But he seems to be having an expectedly rough time of it, so if having the sweater is that important to him she is more than willing to look around for it.]
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[Her expression describes how he felt about it first thing in the morning pretty well. By now he's come to realize there's nothing he can do but deal with it, yet it still makes him twitchy.]
[Ah, good old Lenalee.]
Yes. Thanks.
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Don't worry about it. I'll bring it to you if I have any luck.
[She has no idea where to even begin, or if the sweater exists in this world at all. But it's not as if she has anything better to do than look.]
I'll come by later even if I can't find it.
[He looks like he could use some non-servant company. Such a grumpy princess.]
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[He just nods, but as he's already said thanks once, he doesn't repeat it, and just looks a little relieved. And almost a little excited at that later preposition, though of course it's not really visible.]
Do that. I'll go insane with just these guys around me.
[He twitches a bit and waves his hand in the air, gesturing the idiot servants and idiot fluffy wildlife and idiot peasants worshipping him. You might as well read it as LENALEE HELP ME.]
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Hey, your highness, us poor ass peasants could use a bit more land. An' food. An' maybe a better t.v. Why dontcha sell some of your frilly knickers or a golden booty to pay for it, eh? We'll worship your lil' tosies real good, honest! With a queen like you, who needs a jester for enlightenment?
[Annnnd then Badou's request dissolves into more asshole laughter. It's not like he could forget his own commoner duds; the itchy fabric, the chafing ass, the slippers, but this? This fills his gingery heart with hope]
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[Still, all those comments and insults to his manliness is enough to get his usually cold tone to gain that growl-and-hiss sound to it.]
Why don't you go fucking die and make more space that way.
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[Badou follows the social norm- at least up until ass kicking is involved- and snickers some more] Nawwww I'd rather not, I've got too much shit to do today. Like smoke, an go see what kinda booze they have in this place, an' reruns...Plus, if the last thing I see is your royal ass those fuckers past the pearl-y white gate'll never let me hear the end of it. But you've noticed I've been slimmin' down on the carbs for my badonkadonk, awww that's so sweet~ [Asshole laughter forever and a day]
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I'm no fucking cupcake, and what the hell are you talking about?!
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Yes they would!
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I don't know ... You make a very lovely girl, and do seem to carry that well - I think you could easily fool someone.
[Says the person who makes part of her living off being able to mimic and pass for ANYONE.]
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I'm not -- god-fucking-damnit woman, being forced in this ridiculous shit doesn't 'make' me anything. Are you blind?!
[IF HE HAS TO LIFT THAT SKIRT TO PROVE HIS POINT, HE WILL. Look, he still has his old military boots and they are very manly amirite.]
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What.
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...you're full of shit.
[He twitches as he realizes the thing is no longer broadcasting. Grr.]
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