#fluffy posting

A grin spreads across Adulationis' freckled face.

"Read!" The Prince of Pride answers cheerfully, swaying side to side on the window-seat cushion. "I didn't get to before I came to the castle. General Lexiuth had to teach me."

He pauses, and then looks down at his lap, seemingly embarrassed. "There's just... so much stuff I didn't know. And so many stories!"

Suddenly flustered, Adulationis ducks his head. "I just want to hear as many as I can."

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"I do not have much free time," Leviath says slowly. The black fox in his lap sits up, stretching out, turning once, and laying down again. The Prince of Envy smiles, resting a hand on the little fox's head.

"When I do, however, have some time to myself, I like to spend time with my partner or my foxes," he answers easily. "And my foxes like to spend their free time getting up to mischief. Mocheh here is quite mellow, however. He's practically amicable compared to Chuvoh and Miavari."

-

"Pfft."

Sakareth gives a loud snort, and lounges back on the ripped couch. He relaxes his wings and leans his head over the back of the couch, and doesn't move when he speaks next.

"Now that," the Prince of Wrath sneers, sounding particularly nasty, "is none of your fucking business."

He refuses to say anything else.

-

"Nap," Brolkoron says, his voice slow and dripping with sleep. "Also like hangin' out with my sibs."

He rolls over and yawns, and an offended meow is heard, muffled under the blanket. A disgruntled persian cat pokes their head above the blanket, and upon locating Brolkoron, makes their way over to him and curls up on his back.

"Fluffy likes napping too," the Prinxe of Sloth murmurs, closing his eyes. "Likes cuddling."

-

"Going through my hoard!" Azodos doesn't look up from his lap, where a very contented Jangle is batting lazily at his hands. "Like to see what I do have and what I don't and what I can get in the future. Jangle likes tripping me, but it's okay because I love them."

Azodos doesn't say anything for a long moment, simply playing with Jangle.

"... I also like studying miasma. There's a lot of things you can do with it, but there's not very many resources on it. At least, that I've found. Did you know we cirixites can teleport if we refine our skill in Summon enough? It's hard to do, but we can do it if we want to learn how."

The Prince of Greed doesn't look up, but Jangle bats his hand, and he smiles.

-

"Free time...?"

The tactician looks lost, furrowing their brow. The shouts from the war room die down a bit, and Nammon looks over their shoulder at the door. Their eyes narrow.

"I am fighting a war. I have no time for free time." The Prinxe of Gluttony straightens up, leaning back against the wall again.

-

"I'll let you guess," the Prince of Lust says, winking and sticking his tongue out. He lets out a laugh, waving his hands a little. "Luckily for you, that's not the only thing I like to do."

Asmarath shifts, stretching his arms above his head. His feathered wings tense up behind him, and he takes a moment to stretch them out too, the brilliant purple plumage rustling gently over itself.