#fierycrown

"I've never met a princess before. You're very pretty."

Was he a bit bashful? Maybe. She was a woman of status, and he was just... your standard cat. Your standard famous cat who had a voice that many described as a male siren, and a pair of feet that were considered a national treasure. After giving a bow, he smoothly runs into his routine. High energy, athletic, he was practically bouncing off the walls in perfect rhythm.

With multiple flips, he lands directly in front of her, grin bright as the sun.

"Aw, come on! Smile for me!"

The hedgehog was rather proud of himself. Though he'd gotten a little burnt in the process on his arm, which he tried to hide, he'd gotten some materials for making his homemade disinfectant. Wasn't that worth being happy about? Though he was quick to shake his head, his own smile lessening. He knew there wasn't really much to actually smile about.

"Well, anyway, today was productive."

Using his psychokinesis, he sets the materials down in a corner of the room, where they kept medical supplies. Deep breath in, and release. Same toxic air as always, but his damaged lungs were accustomed to it all. He stared out into the darkness, a darkness of which the only light was the flames.

"You are pleasing on the eyes. Do I get a name to put with the face?"

It was a real compliment, she was very beautiful. Naturally, he had to speak more so in a teasing manner than speak earnestly. What fun would it be if he simply complimented her? Still, he bowed respectfully, it was only proper to show respect to a lovely woman.

"Feel free to call me Ray. In the darkest night, I'll still be your shining star."

He dropped the flowery tone. For a reason. His bow was in his hands, though one would notice, he had no visible arrows.

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     SHINJI HADN’T BEEN

               expecting to spend New Year’s Eve at a party, surrounded by unfamiliar faces, but he’d somehow been dragged to one anyway. Now he’s just trying to survive until midnight, and it’s awfully close. Maybe after midnight, he can slip away unnoticed.

               But he’s been found in the corner that he’s claimed as his, talked to by a stranger, and he freezes for a moment, uncertain of what to say. Well, I can hope, but…