@DebirumanRedi Goodness someone help -
Puffed up, red in the face. She is NOOOOT use to this treatment at all.
"I-i! Um, well-!
Shit—
D-don't be looking down on me like that! I'll...! I'll...!"
@DebirumanRedi another SQUAWK!!
Feeling that finger running along her face, the feathers along her neck and head ruffle, standing tall and poofing out.
Her face darkening red.
"W..WHAT is going on here, what is this?!"
@DebirumanRedi "I-i am a queen of the Goetian dynasty, I'll have you know! T-this is highly inappropriate, borderline war-morgering!!"
Said with a wheeze. Squirming, taloned feet smacking the floor.
"You're crushing my wings -!"
".... And YOU actually plan to attend?"
She quickly took another sip.
"With me, of all the things. Aren't you aware that will send mixed signals to everyone?"
He poured himself some wine, swirling the liquid thoughtfully in his glass.
“It’s Reginald and Dyana’s wedding, Stella. We were invited long before my reputation came crashing down.”
“What do you mean by that? The wine isn’t going to drink itself, now, is it?”
He drew the curtains open, allowing the morning sunlight to spill into the room.