[He is on the floor! What a place to be. There's a half-filled glass in his hand and a bottle off to the side, his arms resting against his knees and those dusty blonde doggo ears tucked sullenly again his head.
A flick of his eyes, up to the prince, and then back to his glass.]
...Your Highness.
[There's a shallow nod, the address dry, a formality of habit, before he tips his glass back into his mouth in one smooth motion, clearing his throat at the sting.]
You definitely aren't wasting any time getting around here, huh.
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A flick of his eyes, up to the prince, and then back to his glass.]
...Your Highness.
[There's a shallow nod, the address dry, a formality of habit, before he tips his glass back into his mouth in one smooth motion, clearing his throat at the sting.]
You definitely aren't wasting any time getting around here, huh.