Lazy Ass
10-19-2014, 07:11 AM
OOC: Whoops, sorry! Yes, he is.
A voice interrupted his languid lounging. Valentine's eyes slid open, his head lifting to gaze up at the other. ...Kylar? What the hell did he want? They weren't exactly the closest stepfather/son duo; it was unlike him to initiate conversation. Alright, fine, he'd rise and possibly, if it wasn't too much work, shine. Sitting up slowly, the cobalt titan stretched once more. "I'm hardly a prince," he disagreed mildly, "But yes, I'm sure there are." Likewise, Valentine was sure there were things for a consort to be doing. "How about you? What brings you by on this fine morning?" The title of 'prince' lingered in his ears. While his mother was indeed the monarch, that had never given him a feeling of superiority. He felt more like a pack wolf that just so happened to also be the alpha's son. She'd never given him any kind of special attention or fostered the belief that he was a precious princeling who could get away with mayhem. No, he had a feeling that if he pulled any shit, she'd be the first to jump on him. "Speaking" -- Thinking |
NOTE: Valentine has a female striped skunk companion named Lefty. Unless stated otherwise assume she's present.