#gloriousrome

This is the butt police, she’s here to arrest him.

“I don’t want to have to listen to your berating anymore, boy…” She’s stressing the boy part.

“Ah--?!”

Arthur freezes, he done been groped.

“Came to grovel before me? Of course it your right to do so. I shall allow it. You may stay and shower in my glory and presence as any other worshiper may do so as well. Did you bring presents? Surely you did not come here empty handed, did you?”

You can hear the smugness in Nero’s grin. It’s audible.

Dinner at the Shimizu household was usually a busy, bustling affair - but today was far quieter than usual. Yuma had extra-curricular activities, a club of some sort. Mordred had gone off, ostensibly to train but likely bothering her father in some manner, Elizabeth was performing at some small gig that Akira had managed to procure from a local idol agency. Only Caster, the titular dragon himself, and Nero were left, and while he had smiled and laughed just as much as he would on a normal day, there seemed to be something weighing on his shoulders.

Kyoko’s usual chair was empty, of course.

After the table had been cleared and the dishes washed, the dragon took a walk out into the courtyard, taking a seat by the pond. It was a few minutes of quiet before the sound of footsteps indicated the presence of another, and he glanced over only to wave gently at the sight of a familiar blonde.