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fidgeting hands that never seemed to stop went round & round, not finding a comfortable position in his lap. lips pressed into a thin line forming a poor excuse of a smile making it impossible for words to come out. a deep inhale & exhale make it so that words neatly curl off of his tongue. ‘ gabriel, ‘ he says, pronunciation of his own name revealing his potential background. ‘ my name’s gabriel. ‘ pauses, eyes lingering on the ground for a moment before looking up again. ‘ what’s yours ? ‘

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❝ Aaah. Gabriel -- pleasure, pleasure meeting you lad. ❞ giving a nod to the other as he continued. Though he did pay attention to the accent the other gave off as he introduced himself. Internally, he'd began to make random guesses of what culture he was of. Let's see -- eh. Nevermind, maybe he'd just ask. He simply leaned onto a chair - and with haste, risking toppling the furniture over. Catching his step as soon as that happened, he went back to a .. More, better position. ❝ Name's Silvian Eeelllll... Westenra. ❞ smooth.

#|| *ic. }#casirey #he might notice that westenra is the royal family for andorria #yeah just.#throwing that out there.#ha....

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“Do you think there’s a chocolate fountain around here? My mother and father never let me have one as a child, so I want to try it out. They said it wasn’t good enough for a Patras, but I don’t believe that. Things can be good enough once you believe it is, right?”

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❝ Shit -- I hope they do. I'd love to try some out myself. Wanna go see? ❞ He then posed a thumbs-up to the woman, a light smile on his lips. ❝ Then again, I'd have to.. Actually walk around, and that's far too distressing. But maybe if I ask my parents politely, they might add one in, if you can't find one. ❞

#|| *ic. }#sophiapatras #hey look #[points at my muse]#trash

lukasthorne:

“Ah, racism, I didn’t know we had royal Trump here. Good going, hot stuff, but my eyes are just as big as yours; shall I call you coin-slot, too? Have you seriously just taken your time to explain to me something I already know? I never said you were a bitch, but thank you for your confession. Rambling is enjoying the sound of your own voice, I don’t ramble. You proved my point the moment you started rambling, thus stealing the majority of the conversation with something completely useless, to prove a point that didn’t need to mentioned.” Spoken monotonously–it was like talking to a child, who didn’t know which way was left. But what did he expect from someone so dim-witted. Though with arms idly hanging by his sides, he couldn’t help the confusion towards the mention of a knife. “Firstly, I don’t have a knife on me, currently. Secondly, if standing completely straight, looking as indifferent as possible, is your perception of anger, and further aggression, then you need your eyes tested, mate. Or, better yet, maybe Daddy can home-school you so you finally receive a valid education; I guess he forgot to drop the bill on that, huh?”

❝ Sadly, I'm the royal of Andorra, not the downsouth of America. -- Aaand now that I look at it, yeah. Suppose so, my bad on that one. Though, what part of you actually had to start this conversation over something people tend to do, assuming that you seem to be fairly used to it already. Do you just pick on people who happen to mutter things under their breath? -- And by anger. I sort of mean, the thing you used to start talking to me with? That was a bit of a bad starter, to be honest. -- But no really, do you need anything else aside from proving a point? ❞ Though by then, Silvian was pretty much just, checking his phone. Having just taken out his phone completely and whatnot. Click. Click.

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lukasthorne:

“You royals sure do love listening to the sound of your own voices, don’t you? To the point it doesn’t make sense, your obsessive rambling about things that you clearly know nothing about in a poor attempt to insult someone else, whose intelligence is evidently far greater than your own. Did you scrape that comeback off your mom’s teeth, by the way? Daddy’s filling clearly wasn’t good enough. Watching, as if you listen to people through your eyes, dipshit. If you’re going to make a point about something, at least ensure it makes sense beforehand.” And just like that, all respect he may have had for the other, had been dashed completely, as if by magic.

❝ I get it, coin-slot. I tend to ramble on about things, buut. You are the one who approached me just to, y'know. Insult me, so I can't really take you seriously, as much as you hope. I can't make a point when you're taking punches at me for rambling alone. But yes, I do enjoy the sound of my own voice. Have to wonder for someone thats so high above me to keep at it like he has something to prove. As much as you keep saying that I should stop being a bitch, you're a bit of a hypocrite. It actually seems like you like your voice even more then myself. ❞ -- Ending it with a rather entertained chuckle. Still observing bodyguard. Mostly at his gaze this time, however. Though, something has poked out of his pocket, it seemed like the top of a phone, mostly. And he didn't seem like he was using it so. ❝ Buut, I wont ruin your fun. Try pulling a knife on me already, you look like you're about to do it. ❞

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lukasthorne:

“It’s clear you don’t know much about English phrases, then. Whoopty-do to me, huh?” He spoke, through tone that told of sarcasm, laced and dripping in as much. “Lesson time, with Mr. Thorne. Having a stick shoved up ones ass, as far as you’re insinuating, would mean they’re strict and or stern; is little old me strict, or am I telling you, truthfully, that this place would be better off without your stink? The latter sounds more on point, don’t you think?”

❝ Class dismissed, then. Nice one. Though, I don't particularly feel like going anywhere, you see? Seems that you failed there, maybe you could consider waddling off with that basket of piss-baby insults - I mean. They're honestly fun to listen to, -- actually, stay a bit longer. I like watching this. ❞ With that statement, he attempted to lean on something - that something, sadly, was air. Just stumbling a bit, he just put his hands into his pockets afterwards, probably going to take something out? Yeah, maybe.

#|| *ic. }#lukasthorne

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lukasthorne:

Completely unimpressed, and even less bothered of the consequences of his actions and words in wake of the prince. “Then be a good little boy and turn around, walk through that door, step into the sun, and piss off. It’s better that way, for all of us.”

That was fast. ❝ Thanks for the encouragement, lad. What stick got shoved up your ass today? Big one, I see. ❞ It caught him off-guard, yes. But he was not deterred by that. Though, he wondered wht he expected by saying that. Maybe someone nicer, it seems. Silvian's eyes soon began to study the man -- up and down. So, who was he talking to.

#|| *ic. }#lukasthorne #oh boy here we go -----

❝ It hasn't even been a minute since I stepped inside and I can already feel the wave of sheer shade washing over me. ❞ Says the prince. His family technically owned the place anyways, so. Erh, he just assumes he can get away with saying this to.. No one in particular, anyone whose the closest, it seems.

#manorshq:start #|| *ic. }#oh boy here we go.

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