Rie snuck out of his window, wings twitching as the curtain brushed against them. He was dressed only in his pyjamas; the soft green cloth had black paw prints on it and the the tank top had a pair of huge eyes and whiskers painted on, along with a curly sideways 3 for a mouth. The little holes cut in the back of the top let Rie's wings flap freely as he crawled along the ground on his stomach.
His care was unwarranted, of course. Cyril was fast asleep and wouldn't realize the Pocky Boy was gone unless Rie stayed out until breakfast time; Rie had done this many times before, bored of lying in bed during the night time when everything else was awake. It was hard to make his caretaker understand his nocturnal urges and in the end, Rie had simply given up and decided it was better to pretend to go to bed then sneak out than to argue and get sent to bed anyway.
It didn't behoove a prince to have to sneak around like some common criminal, of course, but Rie figured that he could always think of it as escaping from over-zealous bodyguards.
He hopped over the fence, plopping barefoot onto the sidewalk outside the house. Freedom! He grinned brightly, tilting his head up at the shimmering moon and her escort of stars, then took off down the street. His quick, light steps let him break into a comfortable jogging pace as his nose twitched. Everything smelled so much softer and richer in the night!
...And something smelled sweet. Like him! But not exactly like him. But a lot like him. Yes. A lot like him.
Rie's head swiveled around as he changed directions abruptly, trying to find the source of the smell. Maybe it was another Pocky Boy? The others he'd met had smelled similar.
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