Back home, there was always someone telling Peony what to do and when to do it, announcing that it was time to go to the grand dining room and eat with.. what. Nordheim and Sesemann and whichever noble had been arranged for the evening? Sometimes he was allowed respite from it, but there was always, always a disapproving look from one of the cute maids, and he just couldn't say no to them. Of course, then he could spend lunch with his rappigs, which made up for it, but he never wanted to disappoint any lovely ladies.
But here he was free to skip breakfast and lunch if he wanted to. So today he napped in the Sun Room the entire time with great pleasure. He hadn't been particularly hungry, and he'd just felt dirty and sleepy and sore on his mutilated shoulder and ready for a nice nap.
So when the intercom announced shift change ("No funny stuff!") the emperor sprung up, feeling bright and ready to face the showers. The tan man stripped down, proudly prancing into the shower and turning on the showerhead right next to some guy who also had a tortured-looking shoulder. And he was humming!
"Hey, check it out! We totally match. Latest accessories, right?" Peony looked over at his shoulder as he amiably greeted the other guy, who seemed (marvelously) about his own age. Yeah, not that many old guys here in Landel's. Of course, that might mean that he was boring like most other men his age. But boring people didn't usually hum, did they?
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Back home, there was always someone telling Peony what to do and when to do it, announcing that it was time to go to the grand dining room and eat with.. what. Nordheim and Sesemann and whichever noble had been arranged for the evening? Sometimes he was allowed respite from it, but there was always, always a disapproving look from one of the cute maids, and he just couldn't say no to them. Of course, then he could spend lunch with his rappigs, which made up for it, but he never wanted to disappoint any lovely ladies.
But here he was free to skip breakfast and lunch if he wanted to. So today he napped in the Sun Room the entire time with great pleasure. He hadn't been particularly hungry, and he'd just felt dirty and sleepy and sore on his mutilated shoulder and ready for a nice nap.
So when the intercom announced shift change ("No funny stuff!") the emperor sprung up, feeling bright and ready to face the showers. The tan man stripped down, proudly prancing into the shower and turning on the showerhead right next to some guy who also had a tortured-looking shoulder. And he was humming!
"Hey, check it out! We totally match. Latest accessories, right?" Peony looked over at his shoulder as he amiably greeted the other guy, who seemed (marvelously) about his own age. Yeah, not that many old guys here in Landel's. Of course, that might mean that he was boring like most other men his age. But boring people didn't usually hum, did they?