"That's it?" He protested, looking offended, though he supposed it was the words of an idiot prince who obviously knew nothing of flattering large beasts with daggers for teeth.
"Fine. You looked better when you washed too, can't say the same for today." He huffs and goes back to organizing, his tail scraping away the magic circle as he worked.
"Mmmph!" The prince started coughing, having sucked dinner down the wrong tube when he gasped. He pounded his fist on the table and blinked away tears until he was able to swallow. Once he was sure he wasn't going to die (from choking) he scrambled for a save.
"Much better!" He sounded like a broken flute and sagged visibly. WELP things had almost gone well. He looked at himself. Hanna was right, he looked like he belonged back in town with all the dust and mud on him.
"Hmmm," He hums noncommittally, half ignoring Maurice. Dragons are rather prideful, even ones like Hanna, you had to be careful. "The lake is still there if you ever need to wash by the way. Don't forget to get behind your ears," He grumbles and continues his organizing.
It seems no amount of saving will help this situation, best just deal with it Maurice.
He sagged even further down in his seat. Maurice couldn't even argue that. Why did he feel so awful? This had nothing to do with his being beheaded or hunted for sport or discounted as a 'person'. It was over his stupid scales. Two days ago, Maurice would have chomped at the bit to punch a hole in the sassy dragon's pride.
"I'll go do that." He excused himself from the table and gathered up his things to go and give himself a good wash--Sally too. Her poor legs were filthy from the road and her tail was in tangles.
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"Fine. You looked better when you washed too, can't say the same for today." He huffs and goes back to organizing, his tail scraping away the magic circle as he worked.
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"Much better!" He sounded like a broken flute and sagged visibly. WELP things had almost gone well. He looked at himself. Hanna was right, he looked like he belonged back in town with all the dust and mud on him.
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It seems no amount of saving will help this situation, best just deal with it Maurice.
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"I'll go do that." He excused himself from the table and gathered up his things to go and give himself a good wash--Sally too. Her poor legs were filthy from the road and her tail was in tangles.
Thinking was hard.
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Geez, have no manners, stare and then doesn't even give a good compliment. humans.