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The prince cocked a brow at the girl learning that Sohrab was 21. "Huh, ya old fart." He teased Sohrab and chuckled to himself. He laughed again at sohrabs words. "How funny. I did drag him shopping. Bought a few fairies..." Dingi tilted his head to one side. "Sohrab got a few books, learned our language as well. Forced him to eat with the family and threw my friends on him too. God they're an oddbunch." He shrugged it off, yeah they were weird, but they were his weirdies.

Dingi watched the two. He was slightly envious. He had always wanted a sibling but with him living 1000+ years easily, there really wasn't any need to have another child. Perhaps only when Dingi was killed in battle would the king and queen have another child. Sohrabs confirmation of the email had brought Dingi out of though. "Hm? Oh, ok. They can't have ya back though, I'm just saying that now. " Dingi chuckled, letting his native tongue slip there at the end. He leaned down to Eliza. "My mother was planning our wedding earlier this week, but no, just friends... And the occasional pain to each other." He shrugged it off standing straight.

He listened to his offer and he ran his fingers through his hair. God he really needed to tie it back while he's here, but he didn't feel like it. "No video games hm? I grew up on them, or since I could get my hands on them... Ask Sohrab, my bedroom is pretty techy. I have a few DSs... Kept getting each model... I even have the old style game boy. The BMO style, play on a brick, $1000 USD bricks... But I collect them, old things. One thing your brother hasn't seen, my organized hoarding issues. What games do you have, board or video?"

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Dingi laughed and stuck his tongue out at Dingi while he grinned. He knew he was much older, but he wasn't that old, not yet. He was still a child against the gods and older godkins. "Really? I'm glad you like them." Dingi said softly and smiled to Sohrab with a soft smile. "They'll be fine, I would think." He mumbled. He'd try to explain, but the girl was there and he couldn't do that yet.

"nope. Nope Nope nope." Dingi said repetitively, refusing to even think about giving Sohrab away. Dingi was a spoiled brat, that was for sure, but he just grinned. When he was twaped he laughed even more. "Oh, cheer up, little blackberry." Dingi said seeing Elixa frown. It was very sad to see a little girl frown, for whatever reason. Lets hope Dingi doesnt have a daughter, she'd be spoiled rotten

"Hm? You'll have to teach me." Dingi said, following the two and sitting with the game. He looked over the board and read the lid for instructions. When the color was asked he looked at the pieces. "Pity, no white. How about yellow then?" He asked, watching to see what the two choose first. He wanted blue or red, but yellow is one of the last colors to be chosen.

Long game, but Dingi got a hold of it quickly and ended up even winning. He laughed to himself and smiled. "Yeah, it was all due to the beautiful instruction, little blackberry." Dingi turned his eyes to Sohrab. "If you want a game of skills, I can show you a few at home. They're rather big there. Fights are even settled with the game." He said, his head turning the other way to see the aunt had came back. He didn't even really know her name, god he was a bad guest. Oh well.

"Oh, don't worry about it. It is a pleasure meeting you too." THe prince said back to 'aunt Evona'. He wouldn't know what it would feel like to be on his own with a child, or two if Sohrab was considered a 'child' under the roof. Dingi was about to offer help with the dinner but Eliza was dragging him off. This girl really had taken a liking to him, it seemed.

As she took a seat on the bed, Dingi looked around the room. Very blue. Really blue. But he liked it, it felt like a good day at the ocean. He did not ask to sit, he just sat criss cross on the floor. "Not so much a slave. More like a live in maid. He cooks, and cleans, and all that stuff and in return we provide a home, food, and whatever he wants. There's clubs, and a lot of people to interact with. And though we're very old fashioned in some ways, we do have westernized things... But Sohrab hasn't really found those yet." He shrugged. His head lifted and his oddly color eyes looked to the girl.

"Oooohhh~ Little blackberry have a crush~?" He teased before getting serious. "I have yet to figure that out... You see, I am surrounded by both men and women who act like they like me, but just like my position or power. It is hard for me to tell who likes me for money, who likes or respects me just because of my position, or who genuinely likes me, for me." Dingi took a breath, doing the real talk.

"At you're age, I would think it would just be specific to who that person is. I see favoritism as a way of seeing if someone likes you. Take my buddy Sabih for example. He came in with a few other people who were taken from bad neighborhoods-" Dingi was changing the story, so that Eliza wouldn't catch onto him. Hopefully she'd forgive him if she actually visited. "There were 4 people who came in with him, and for some reason, I had grown attached to Sabih quicker, and sought him out, went out of my way to find and talk to him. He's like my right arm now, I'd be lost without him."

Dingi's cheeks turned a soft pink. "You never asked me if I liked him or not. It's hot hard to see I do anyways." He shrugged and smiled up at her. "oh? Where I am from women do most of the cooking and cleaning, but in a normal household, if she starts a task, such as cooking, it is proper to at least ask if she needs help... I'm not too good in a small kitchen though... Other than to taste test. And make desserts." He rubbed the back of his head. "Next time I visit, i'll bring you some fruit from home." He said uietly. He did hear something about Sohrab's ex, but he really didn't think anything of it, so long nothing happens to Sohrab and that person now aday, nothing negative that is. This world wouldn't be able to handle Dingi ripping the crust open in places it shouldn't.

"It is different being of another religion, I bet. I believe in several hundred gods, after all, but that is what I know. I do not judge on religion." He shrugged it off. He wasn't going to go into religion. It really wasn't religion in Al Ta'itha, it was truth. There was no 'there must be a god because *blank*.' It is 'there is a god, here he is, here is what he does.'

Dingi perked up hearing the name. "Aw, but now I know her name, I can't call her Aunty anymore." He faked a pout but shook his head at her offer. "I don't mind waiting until he is ready to share. I dont mind. I have a long time to learn about him, I think. Unless he quits and moves home." Dingi had to smirk about Eliza making a joke about a vulnerable feminine side, which Dingi had found out already. Looked.. normal almost in a dress too. That's weird.

"Well yes, but in what way, I have yet to figure out." He chuckled and shrugged his shoulders, perking when he heard Eliza say he's not much help. "Not in the kitchen no! But there's a lot of fruits and veggies that cnan just be plucked, washed, and eaten right out of the ground. So there's not much need for me to cook." He said to her and he stretched upward and yawned.

He was getting all the kricks out of his back up until he was questioned. He stopped, midd stretch and dropped his hands into his lap. "Do I need a reason to like someone?" He smiled and chuckled a little. "He's defiant, different. Remember how I said people were just after my position? There's very few that were ever defiant, showed real personality than needy greedy little..." He stopped himself and breathed out. "He's... I dont know... I just like him." He admitted, hearing Aunty call them for dinner. He got up and followed Eliza back to the kitchen.