[Similar woes have befallen the Prince-RegentKING of England. Not only has John faced the issue of these primitive primates being the dominant species, he has also his reign questioned by them. Something about England of the future, England of the past, yada yada...he doesn't bother to terribly bog himself down in the details at the moment. His primary concern is the hunger that has perpetually followed him since he dared to enter this event.
As a species with predatory instincts, the spread is natural. Tempting. But as regent, the idea of eating something with so little dignity causes him to stick to his wine. For now. The saliva that gets brushed away with a paw indicates that he might soon break.
...The sight of the wolf offers him a strange sense of comfort in this most trying time, if only for the idea of seeing someone who is vaguely similar to the world he knows. Even if that thought seems to internalize, thanks to John's own personal thought bubble, as someone who might recognize his sovereignty and reign. Yes! Another subject! There can be no time to lose, and he approaches only to-
He visibly cringes, shaking around his paw in a foppish fashion before settling on brushing the drool off his paw and onto the clothing of a nearby passerby. His tone becomes stern as he ignores the question, simply inserting himself into the conversation.]
Do mind your salivating. The royal robe is not to be desecrated.
all you can eat
Prince-RegentKING of England. Not only has John faced the issue of these primitive primates being the dominant species, he has also his reign questioned by them. Something about England of the future, England of the past, yada yada...he doesn't bother to terribly bog himself down in the details at the moment. His primary concern is the hunger that has perpetually followed him since he dared to enter this event.As a species with predatory instincts, the spread is natural. Tempting. But as regent, the idea of eating something with so little dignity causes him to stick to his wine. For now. The saliva that gets brushed away with a paw indicates that he might soon break.
...The sight of the wolf offers him a strange sense of comfort in this most trying time, if only for the idea of seeing someone who is vaguely similar to the world he knows. Even if that thought seems to internalize, thanks to John's own personal thought bubble, as someone who might recognize his sovereignty and reign. Yes! Another subject! There can be no time to lose, and he approaches only to-
He visibly cringes, shaking around his paw in a foppish fashion before settling on brushing the drool off his paw and onto the clothing of a nearby passerby. His tone becomes stern as he ignores the question, simply inserting himself into the conversation.]
Do mind your salivating. The royal robe is not to be desecrated.