"Oh. . .I. .uh. .I don't recall coming in. .I will. .see myself out-"
The moth's clothing and tone indicates a stature of wealth. . .wealth possibly open for a few extra hands to slip in and pull from with zero decorum required considering how much of a pushover this guy seemed like.
"oh well. .uh, where exactly is here. ."
He says with a slight, nervous gaze around, he wasn't fond of new enviorments
//eh fuck it, I need something to get my mind off my current phase of a little thing we like to call: Crippling Depression
//I have a tendency to make Monster-based muses
That being said. . .should I?
Intently staring at the [Reader]
“Oh, this?”
She says, reaching into her kimono and pulling out a gilded web necklace, a gentle smile on her face
“The Drider Princess gave it to me, she’s quite a nice lady!”
The moth sits for a moment, using that incredibly small head, before saying
"I don't belive we've met before. I'm Prince Mashiro. Prince of the Moth Reign."
Cue a little bow from him
after a moment, the moth regains whatever was going on up there
"Oh uh, yes hello. Sorry I didn't see you there, I zoned out for a moment. How may I assist you?"
"oh, you sneezed? would you like a tissue?"
The moth asks with a tilted head, pretty stupid. . .but quite kind at heart.
𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚊
𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚊
𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚊
𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚊
𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚊
𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚊
𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚊
𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚊
//I have a tendency to make Monster-based muses
That being said. . .should I?
𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚊
𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚊
𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚊
“I can survive, dear.”
She chuckles.
( 🐚 )
She rose a brow as she watched her. She still has her arms folded.
“What is that?”
“This would be my penthouse.”
She’s being kind for this stranger… most fools who would dare invade her space would not last long.
