for a minute the world seemed so simple.
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Thread Topic: for a minute the world seemed so simple.
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YIPEEE
so Clay as king and george as like… a servant? -
i was thinkin clay’s like, the prince of said famous kingdom and george could be like, his personal assistant, or head chef or gardener or whatever you want him to be-
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yuhh okay
i kinda like head chef and maybe clay does a lot physically (practicing for like, battle, jousting idk prince things) and he needs to eat a lot? -
(ooh, yeah, i like that u^u
we should do like, clay sneaks food from the kitchen and it pisses george off, but then he’s like- “well if you need food, i may as well make you smth dumb---” xD) -
(yuhhh
alr do u wang me to start??$ -
(i can if you want me to :))
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(if u don’t mind :))
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(i gotchu, boo u^u)
Clay hummed as he wiped his brow, checking his surroundings as he snuck into the kitchen. He peered in and found it was empty, listening for a few moments to make sure it was totally clear. He walked in, going on his hunt for something to eat. -
While Clay had been listening inside the kitchen, George had come up behind him into the room. He stood in the doorway silently for a few moments, watching Clay creep around. “Your highness?” He asked cautiously.
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Clay froze in his spot, slowly turning to see the head chef standing behind him. “Heeey-“ He said with an awkward grin, a few pieces of bread in one hand and some grapes wrapped in cloth in the other. “Didn’t know anyone was in here-“
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“Well, I just got here,” George said, narrowing his eyes and clasping his hands together. “Is there something you need? Dinner isn’t for another few hours.”
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“Just uh, wanted a little something to eat-“ Clay replied with an awkward grin, slowly lifting a piece of bread to his mouth and taking a bite. “Training’s a lot of energy, y’know?”
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“Well, your mother specifically told me not to make you anything in between meals,” George said matter-of-factly.
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“Wha- What the f---??” Clay whined a little, furrowing his brows. “Seriously, I’m hungry, dude- Can’t I just eat something? I cannot wait any longer to eat-“
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George glanced back at the door before groaning quietly and walking over to one of the counters. “Fine, but I didn’t tell you that, if your mother says anything. And I’m not letting you eat just grapes and bread- what do you want?”
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