[The Prince] The Neko princess revisited… of sorts

    (previous entry here)

    After making sure the blood from his wounds has stopped flowing, the Prince made his way out of his warm comfy corner to go after the Neko princess. Now, the Prince didn’t think that it was necessary to do either things, but being a Prince means he has to be considerate to others even if others are not. For one, some, if not a lot of, people can’t take real blood dripping on the floor; even the healthy smattering of trying-hard emos in the crowd the Prince has the misfortune of moving around will scream for dear mommy at first sight of the (in their words) ‘crimson river flowing out’ of the Prince. Also, the Prince still has enough sense of decency to apologize. Fine, it was the Neko princess who walked away first, but hey, the Prince didn’t mean to step on her err.. tail and ruffle the fur there right? It *was* his corner and the Prince likes that corner. You shouldn’t take it against anybody if they rush towards their comfort zones. Humans by nature avoid pain and love ego fucks - only extraordinary circumstances, hidden agendas, perceived gains or a mix of those three can make humans become ‘altruistic’. 

    So the Prince goes searching for the Neko princess, walking past the trying-hard emo princes and princesses who looked at him with wide-eyed overly-mascara’d stares, irises focusing on at the still-raw and now quite swelling scratches on his arms complete with some streaks of dried blood. They all turned away ashamed, whispering amongst themselves that this Prince is so hardcore emo that he cuts lengthwise rather than across which was the norm of their ilk. Later they will all attend their weekly Slashfest, a convention of local trying-hard emos where they grab their dull razors and slash their wrists with abandon - crosswise, of course - bemoaning the fact that their life sucks and that they’re too much of a wuss to cut along the wrist rather than across unlike that Prince.

    Step step step on either marble streaked with ebon and cream veins or carpets so lush it swallows up shoes and delivers a nasty static shock at times. Turn. Look around in the scattered groups for the missing Neko princess. Then step some more. Look in the room corners. There, finally. 

    There she was, cleaning up her fur. Well, she *is* a cat; what were you expecting, she was just sitting there with a doggy grin on her face? The Prince comes near, grabs a small plate of assorted hors d’oeuvres from a passing waiter and saunters near the Neko Princess.

    “Hi there.” 

    “Hi.” The Neko princess looks up, and upon seeing a particular hors d’oeuvre, she swipes it off the Prince’s plate and wolfs it down. “What foul wind brings you in my corner? Back for more scratches?” She licks her paws clean, then checks if the claws are clean and sharp. No sense scratching someone and getting sued because it got infected right? Clean cuts close up on their own just fine.

    “Well, I was just about to apologize for the tail. I mean, I didn’t mean to step on it. But that was my favorite corner, and I tend to just rush in. I hate being in places like this.”

    “Well, the same goes for me. And… err, sorry about the scratches. It was err, instinct.” 

    “Apologies accepted. Care for some more hors d’oeuvres?” The Prince grabs another plate from the passing waiter while passing the empty one.

    “Why not?” She motions to her side.

    The Prince stood beside the Neko Princess and held out the plate. She grabbed a piece and started munching on it. The Prince does the same. The two looked at each other, making the perfect image of the expression ‘dead air’.

    And this conversation, the Prince decided, just won the ‘Most Awkward Moment of the Month’ award.