There's Something To Be Said, You know

Shim · Mar 1, 2016

You know, there was something to be said for modesty.

Sadly, Casmir was not modest in the least.

Tiny, lanky, and laden with shiny things, the young prince was as much a sight to see as anyone else in Manta Carlos. Despite looking nothing more than a child, he traveled with button-nose up and his golden eyes narrowed. Every being that fell under his gaze was scorned, no matter who (or what) they were, and the crown perched atop his head showed that, frankly, Casmir didn't care if this was rude at all. He was a prince, and Kyros* forbid if he ever humbled himself to peasants.

Did I mention that he was riding a unicorn?

"There, there, Alfred," the boy murmured, "we shall be free of these plebeians before long." Casmir pet his unicorn's neck affectionately, his fingers sliding through the golden mane as he shot yet another death glare at some unfortunate woman. The occasional pedestrian would shoot him a look in return, but Casmir paid them no mind. After all, they were probably just drawn in by his brilliant attire, right? Oh, the boy was absolutely shameless and he loved every minute of it. Why be humble when he could be the best?

Casmir's walk continued just this way for a few minutes, before a flash of blinding yellow caught his eye. A look of terrible offense on his face, he stopped his steed and fixed his condescending eyes on the boy before him. Perhaps he softened slightly when he realized it was simply bright blond hair rather than a fashion atrocity*, but still! "You," Casmir sneered, looking decidedly less intimidating than he thought he was, "what, exactly, are you?"

Well, there was something to be said for narcissism, too.

[Casmir says this, but he is decked out in white/gold prince attire that is a couple centuries out of style. xD @Porky ]

Batty · Mar 2, 2016

Ah, there wasn’t quite anything like retail therapy to soothe the soul.
It had been awhile since Oliver had gone shopping. After saving up for months and going from odd job to odd job, he had finally decided to treat himself to an afternoon on the town. There was an abnormal warmth lingering in the air, which contrasted the usual chill of late winter. Not too hot, not too cold… And fortunately early enough for pollen to still remain in its chilled slumber.

He had started off not too long ago, as evidenced by the small pale blue bag he was carrying. Just a skirt to start himself off for the day, which would be the first of hopefully many purchases he would make.

A soft smile stayed on his face as he casually glances around at the bustling life all around his presence. All seemed peaceful for now, but, knowing this island, that wasn’t going to last.

And it didn’t.

A repetitive sound rang in his ears from the sidewalk before him, right around the corner. It sounded like.. Hooves? A brow raised as Oliver picked up the pace in curiosity. In a matter of seconds, he was at the source of the sound… And the source of some troubles.

”A… Unicorn..?” He muttered in both awe and disbelief. He looked up at its rider as well, who seemed not so pleased that the other boy was there. Heck, that was a light way of putting it. The boy looked downright offended by Oliver’s existence. A quiver physically shot through the grounded boy.

”M-m-me?” Oliver stuttered, pointing to himself shakily. The question the rather garish child posed next was what really shook his spine. What on God’s green earth did he mean by ‘what are you?’ Well I’d never..! he thought, his lip vaguely pouted. But ultimately, the boy kept his composure. Kill ‘em with kindness, as they always say. ”I’m uh… A human boy..?” He answered skeptically, holding back his tongue that would convey that he was rather offended. ”I mean, at least for the most part… Why?”

Shim · Mar 4, 2016

Casmir scanned the lanky boy over, a sneer unconciously forming on his face. flustered, anxious... This kid didn't get out that much, did he? He seemed sickly, shy, weak. There was no way this small thing could be of any value to him, was there?

Casmir never was a good judge of character.

He rolled his eyes, looking a little like someone important and a lot like a conceited child (which he was). "Kyros.... Of course you are. I'm not blind," he muttered. Casmir seemed positively exasperated as he pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyebrows furrowing. Children, honestly... He offered no explanation for his previous question, nor any elaboration over it either, but simply swung his leg over his sadle. The prince dismounted in a single fluid motion and faced Oliver. He looked him over, definitely condescending, before nodding once to himself.

Yes, he was certain about this. It was going to happen.

"I am Prince Casmir of Uslana, this is Alfred," he gestured to the unicorn, who huffed, "...my noble steed, and we... are going shopping." Casmir seemed utterly pleased with himself, satisfied and fulfilled. "You have no choice in the matter. You will come with me into several stores and I will purchase clothing for you. You will wear them, become stylish, and be thankful. That is the plan, and my plans always work. Now, come along!"

And with that, Casmir strode forward, grabbed Oliver's hand and began to lead him down the sidewalk assuming there was no interference.

It was a prince's duty to help the less fortunate, after all, and this one... was definitely on the needy side, from what Casmir could judge.

"Oh, and your name," the prince added, the thought finally ocuring to him. "You may tell it to me." Casmir hardly looked at Oliver as he spoke, instead focusing on the names of the stores around him.

Batty · Mar 21, 2016

Oliver was no stranger to arrogance. Heck, it’s what he liked to believe was the motivation behind the bullying he faced back at his old school. This however was about five steps beyond arrogance. This was full-blown, mirror-kissing, haughty natured, textbook narcissism. Sure, there wasn’t anything wrong with having pride in one’s self. But to be this condescending towards a complete stranger? Well, that was simply uncalled for.

”Well.. Forgive me for not knowing the intent of your question...” Was Oliver truly sorry? Well, he wanted to say he was, but what was he apologizing for? It wasn’t like the question he presented would be something an entirely normal person would ask. With that in mind the boy slid down to face him. Honestly, it appeared his age wasn’t too far from his own. So why was he trying so hard to act like an adult?

Of course. That would explain it. Oliver was in the presence of royalty. Must have been sucking on that silver spoon from the day he was born, and doted on ever since. Now to be fair, Oliver came from a wealthy background of a well-to-do tea company empire. But as his mother always said, humility is key. So that little fact wasn’t passed around often, for sake of Oliver not going down that spoiled-rotten path. Even still, the boy felt it was not in his place to compare their upbringings. The young boy firmly believes in seeing the best out of everyone, even if they so happened to be total jerks.

”It’s an honor to make your acquaintance, your highness.” Oliver responded with a soft bow, as if trying desperately to make this other boy not hate him more than it appeared he did. Or at least, that was how Oliver saw it. Fortunately, what he said next proved that wasn’t the case. But was the circumstance truly fortunate at all?

”I’m sorry, what?” Oliver asked in confusion as it seemed he was suddenly thrust to be with this boy on his shopping trip. But.. Why him? What made him special? Even still… Why was this boy insisting that he was to spend money on him? The concept of receiving gifts for no reason honestly stressed Oliver out. He felt guilty if someone did. His face turned red. ”M-me..? Prince Casmir that’s awfully kind of you but really you don’t have to-” He was cut off. There was no arguing with royalty. ”O-oh. Okay. Y-yes, sir.”

With that Oliver fumbled behind him. Nervous now that he had a new friend(?) that already expected so much from him. Well, this was bad. ”My name is Methuselah Breckenridge. But my friends call me Oliver, or Oli.” With that out of the way, Oliver finally could ask the important stuff. ”And uh… Where are we going?”

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There's Something To Be Said, You know

Shim

queen of mediocrity

Batty

The artist formerly known as porky

Shim

queen of mediocrity

Batty

The artist formerly known as porky