"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.
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βThis would be my penthouse.β
Sheβs being kind for this strangerβ¦ most fools who would dare invade her space would not last long.
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?"
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Itβs like a game of pong up thereβ¦
βHello?β