"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.
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?"
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
"oh, you sneezed? would you like a tissue?"
The moth asks with a tilted head, pretty stupid. . .but quite kind at heart.
Intently staring at the [Reader]
"oh well. .uh, where exactly is here. ."
He says with a slight, nervous gaze around, he wasn't fond of new enviorments
//I have a tendency to make Monster-based muses
That being said. . .should I?
//eh fuck it, I need something to get my mind off my current phase of a little thing we like to call: Crippling Depression
//done ::::3
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βOh, this?β
She says, reaching into her kimono and pulling out a gilded web necklace, a gentle smile on her face
βThe Drider Princess gave it to me, sheβs quite a nice lady!β
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βI can survive, dear.β
She chuckles.
βThis would be my penthouse.β
Sheβs being kind for this strangerβ¦ most fools who would dare invade her space would not last long.
βIβd say forget you ever saw me sneeze, but I assume youβll do that on your own.β
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Itβs like a game of pong up thereβ¦
βHello?β
βEmma Frost, the pleasure is yours.β
//I have a tendency to make Monster-based muses
That being said. . .should I?
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She rose a brow as she watched her. She still has her arms folded.
βWhat is that?β
