(OOC: I'm setting this right before the
royal wedding prompt.)
As of late, King Slime routinely came to this grassy knoll alone every night to stargaze. Tonight was no different. He laid down on his back in the grass and looked up at the grass. He found it relaxing. It felt pleasant to lose himself in space. The stars were beautiful and all of his problems seemed insignificant in the grand scheme of things what with the grandness of the universe and all.
He had actually seen a shooting star before. He blurted out something or other -- a wish, really -- when he did. Realistically speaking, he did not think anything would come of it, but he was glad he had done so. It felt great to get his feelings off of his chest and out into the open.
Now, he was smiling and humming a lullaby to himself.