"You definitely have issues." Crisis stated, petting her little
friend. "Oh and uh.. chicken! or like a sunday dinner that has more
chicken than anything else. Please?"
"I suppose so." Crisis said, laughing slightly when the plushies
all fell over. She picked up her little fox friend and placed them
on her shoulder as she got up.
Crisis set up a place on the table for her little friend to sit,
next to her, because she wanted to. She also put her bottle of
blood where she was going to sit.
Luciel yawns and stretched,
waking up from his nap. He couldn't catch up on all of the sleep he
missed or he'd risk messing up his schedule. He got up and left his
room, entering into the throne room and noticing that it was late.
"I take it that it's almost time for dinner?" He asked, being in a
much better mood than he had been.
"What do you think we should make for the prisoner?" He asked,
stretching one final time before sitting at a place at the
table.
"Yea, and i don't know." Crisis shrugged. "I'm almost tempted to
say our prisoner shouldn't be allowed to eat at all, at least for
this first day." She stated, sitting down. "Extra punishment for no
reason other than 'I said so'" She laughed, and this was definitely
a major hint towards the kind of person she can be.