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latierradelafelicidad2012-08-11 12:57 am
bedroomduties) wrote in latierradelafelicidad2012-08-11 12:57 am
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I just don't know what went wrong...
Sometimes, after a party usually, the Prince would call Stephane to take over the bedroom duties.
Of course, it wasn't something Stephane was really mad about. Even if to be sincere he was pretty fed up with the whole having sex with girls who actually wanted to sleep with the prince so they would get privileges, he knew that duties were duties, and Stephane wasn't one to go back on his word.
Stupid word.
But damn, Stephane hadn't signed up to be called at god knows what hour to do this. And much less on his stupid free day (which if we are technical was over, since it was already monday).
But like the idiot he was, there he was. Sitting. Waiting to do god knows what with god knows who.
Probably while the little princely troll ate imaginary popcorn and made silly comments. Or something. Whatever.
Actually the Prince had left the room a while ago. Now, that was something new... Wouldn't he stay this time? It would make things a lot less awkward.
And all the information he had? It had pretty much gone like this:
"Stephane, you are early."
Early? Well, that was something. If anything he expected 'late'.... Probably the rage made him walk faster?
"Yeah, I'm efficient like that."
"Well, that's good. We have a special guest, and while we were chatting a bit, I don't think I can really keep up with her without dedicating some time to her."
"Yes, yes, the usual."
"Not quite, but you'll see."
And that. Was. It.
And of course, he wouldn't go cheating to see what the future had in store for him. Oh no. Well. It could've been worse. At least he knew she was a girl.
[OOC: Here you go Miyu. We can say that caster (who god knows how, arrived to this world, esa es cosa tuya, inventa lo que quieras) was chatting a bit with the Prince (who is quite the charming gentleman, if you ignore the fact that he's a reverse trap) and then the Prince offered to let her meet his Knight.
Said something about them having a whole damn lot in common.
Of course the troll didn't even tell Stephane that he wasn't here to do specific sex things. Because he's an ass.
So uh. Nice HUGE expensive looking bedroom. Stephane sitting on a chair. Setting de 20 segundos.]
Of course, it wasn't something Stephane was really mad about. Even if to be sincere he was pretty fed up with the whole having sex with girls who actually wanted to sleep with the prince so they would get privileges, he knew that duties were duties, and Stephane wasn't one to go back on his word.
Stupid word.
But damn, Stephane hadn't signed up to be called at god knows what hour to do this. And much less on his stupid free day (which if we are technical was over, since it was already monday).
But like the idiot he was, there he was. Sitting. Waiting to do god knows what with god knows who.
Probably while the little princely troll ate imaginary popcorn and made silly comments. Or something. Whatever.
Actually the Prince had left the room a while ago. Now, that was something new... Wouldn't he stay this time? It would make things a lot less awkward.
And all the information he had? It had pretty much gone like this:
"Stephane, you are early."
Early? Well, that was something. If anything he expected 'late'.... Probably the rage made him walk faster?
"Yeah, I'm efficient like that."
"Well, that's good. We have a special guest, and while we were chatting a bit, I don't think I can really keep up with her without dedicating some time to her."
"Yes, yes, the usual."
"Not quite, but you'll see."
And that. Was. It.
And of course, he wouldn't go cheating to see what the future had in store for him. Oh no. Well. It could've been worse. At least he knew she was a girl.
[OOC: Here you go Miyu. We can say that caster (who god knows how, arrived to this world, esa es cosa tuya, inventa lo que quieras) was chatting a bit with the Prince (who is quite the charming gentleman, if you ignore the fact that he's a reverse trap) and then the Prince offered to let her meet his Knight.
Said something about them having a whole damn lot in common.
Of course the troll didn't even tell Stephane that he wasn't here to do specific sex things. Because he's an ass.
So uh. Nice HUGE expensive looking bedroom. Stephane sitting on a chair. Setting de 20 segundos.]