Kinda Princess Diaries soap thingish??
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Thread Topic: Kinda Princess Diaries soap thingish??
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(But with dark brown hair)
Name: Matthew Reeton
Age: almost 17
Personality: very calm and a simple person. Sneaks around, very quiet, likes to know things. Can be very sarcastic at times and thinks he's asexual, since he doesn't like anybody that way, and hasn't for a while. Jack-of-all-trades sort. No known family.
Other: he likes flowers
Shall I go first then? -
You can. ^-^ He's lovely.
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Thank you~)
Matt, as he preferred to be called, had just finished a quick breakfast in the kitchen and was taking the servant's passageways to the room he was supposed to be helping in. Apparently, there was some long-lost prince that only now surfaced, and the original trainer had given up. He sighed and hoped this wasn't too big of a pain; he was already out of his comfort zone. Servants were neither seen nor heard, things were supposed to magically fall into place for nobility, and he had only seen one face-to-face before this whole thing was brought up. He quietly erased the back door open and slipped into the room. -
Normally, it would have been cool. Taking a vacation to a foreign country, staying in a castle, getting to eat breakfast with a king. Only, it wasn't a vacation. He'd been yanked out of his happy life in a small coastal town of California, named prince of some s---ty European country, the name of which he couldn't even begin to pronounce. It was like he'd been banished, but only with itchy, weird clothing, and a strict requirement for table manners. Which, of course, he had none of. Back home, he didn't even eat breakfast. He usually had lunch while out hiking with friends. Who cared about what fork to use when you were having fun? This.. This was anything but fun. He'd been here for two months, and already, the glam of being a prince had faded. His story wasn't international headliner material any longer.
As he finished breakfast, that had taken place under a heavy coat of awkward silence, Ian had returned to his room to change into clothes for a trip into town. Supposedly he was supposed to show the people that he was soooo happy to be there, to be their prince. Yeah, right. -
Noticing that this was the prince's room, he quickly backed out, figuring on taking the more dignified approach to enter the private chambers. After going around to the main hallway, he waited until the newcomer was in for a few minutes before politely knocking. He wasn't sure if the prince knew he was coming, and really wasn't sure what to say to him. The only other time he spoke to nobility was a quick "Yes, sir, right away." That had been 6 years ago. He sighed and waited for a response.
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He had yet to unpack. His clothes had been deemed inappropriate, and a whole new wardrobe has been bought for him, and was currently taking up all his closet space. With a small sigh, he slid back the closet door, just as there was a knock. Ian rolled his shoulders, wondering what it could possibly be now. He started to say come in, right before remembering that his uncle had said something about a new teacher. One his own age, supposedly, whom he might get along with better. Ian closed the closet door, deciding that it was best to see if he could scare this guy off quickly. He'd tried to be nice to the last one, and it hadn't been till a week ago that he'd gotten the picture. As quick as possible, Iann stripped off his shirt and pants, going into the bathroom before taking off his underwear, tossing it as close to the door as possible. "Come in!"
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I CHOKED ON MY BURRITO)
Matt heard the scuffling and nervously opened the door. Stepping in slowly, he glanced around the large room and figured the prince to be in the bathroom, judging from the clothing placement. He started nervously "Uh, hi... I guess I'm supposed to be here to help you?" His voice was soft and slightly high for a guy's voice, both because he didn't talk much. "Sorry to interrupt. I can come back later, if you're busy." -
(Haaaah)
Ian didn't respond. He was hidden inside a large cabinet in the bathroom, being still and quiet as a mouse. The boy, he didn't know his name, but he sounded nice. Ian almost felt bad, but brushed that away, waiting. He planned to jump out at the man when he came into the bathroom, scare the crap out of him. Perhaps he would freak out so much, having a naked prince ambush him that he would request to be placed somewhere else, as far from the castle as he could get. -
When nobody came out of the bathroom, Matt assumed he was taking a s--- or something and was immediately embarrassed for intruding. Finding it too awkward to not do anything, he started arranging the room, not wanting to disturb the discarded clothing, he instead went to the closet and began selecting an outfit for the day. Lord knew half this stuff was ugly and out of fashion anyways. They would have to get a tailor on that.. Making a mental note, he found something that was a nice color, a good style, and appropriate for the weather. He sighed a little in relief and continued doing little things while waiting for someone to come out of the bathroom.
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When he didn't hear the boy come into the bathroom, Ian frowned, growing a bit worried. He was tempted to come out, but no, not yet. "Uhhh," He started, opening the cabinet door a bit so that his voice wasn't muffled, "Can you come here? I think I'm stuck in-" He paused, frowning. What a poor choice of words. "Well, I'm stuck. Can you come help me?" Ian could feel his face heating up as he closed the cabinet door. Stuck in what? Dear Lord, He thought, shaking his head.
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Matt perked up at the noise and quickly set the selected outfit on a chair, glad to finally be of help. "Of course.." He jogged over to the bathroom and knocked twice. "Okay, I'm coming in now... Are you alri--" he stopped when he didn't see anyone around. He noticed underwear on the ground, which he found odd. Maybe the prince was going to take a shower or something. Having not been sexually aroused by anyone for years, he didn't blush like a normal person would. Instead, he just bit his lip, feeling more nervous and out of place by the second. "Uh...hello...?"
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(Sorry.)
Ian waited a few seconds after the Hello? for the confusion to really set in. Then, springing out of the cabinet, he let out a blood curdling yell, throwing his hands up, letting his eyes roll back while he ran blindly toward the boy. Of course, he stopped after a few seconds, laughing as he let himself calm down. If he was lucky, the man would run and never look back. After all, he was stark naked. -
(For.. a late response? Please don't apologize. I see what you're doing and it's important. You're fine.)
Matt jumped out of his skin and nearly screamed at the naked dude popping out of the cupboard. After a second, when he got what was going on, he quickly settled down. He watched the new prince laugh for a few seconds and inwardly prayed to the gods for patience and a higher tolerance level. "Well.... I wouldn't recommend doing that while visiting your people today..." He ran a hand through his hair and sighed, resigning himself to a really long day. -
(Alright. Thank you.)
"..They're not my people," He snapped, a little pissed that he had gone through that for such a weak reaction. "Get out. I'm not wearing clothes," He huffed, picking up the boxers, sliding them on. The boy was about his age, maybe a bit younger. He had a nice face, and pretty eyes, but Ian was too mad to care. "And, anyways, I don't want to go. Can't you tell my uncle that? I don't want to meet stupid people. What's the point, anyways?" -
(Of course... )
Matt shrugged and turned around to face the wall, but not leaving. "No, I can't talk to the king, that's not my place. And their not stupid people. I don't know what possessed you to say it, but many of them are very intelligent." He knew that talking back to royalty was a big issue, but he didn't care. He wasn't about to let his people get called stupid just because some outsider was in a bad mood.
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