Re: Prince Fetching
Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2021 5:54 pm
A soft chuckle left him. "I like the idea of chance better than fate." Certainly made his situation more palatable. That it was no more than a random choice that had resulted in him being in that carriage. That had put him in the path of the Lady Blue in the first place. His grin was crooked, wavering slightly. Everything he hoped for? The caracal found himself interested in the patterns of the furniture.
Hope is a word he forgot a long time ago. He might say he hoped someone would do something for him, but it was an empty word that he used generously. Someone ought to have seen through that by now. His brows raised, his blink slow as he turned back to the prince.
"I can't say I remember what I hoped for as a child beyond not getting caught with my hand in the cookie jar." Cookies weren't all that great, anyways. "I would have hoped I'd make a better impression on your mother, for one. Maybe be graced with a scratch behind the ears, at least. But I'm spoiled, and that's all I could ever really hope for, you know?" He tipped his head to the side, as if considering his own words. The flick of his ears was persistent, the tufts at the tips of his ears continuously moving. Careful deliberation with each scoot forward, closer.
"If I might be so bold to request it, could I get that ear scratch?" Perhaps not an innocent widening of eyes, but pupils that dilated all the same as they gazed upon the prince. "I've told my hair is quite enjoyable to touch, in any form."