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 Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2017 8:18 pm
Family traditions could be odd, like only wearing pjs on birthdays, or perhaps like soaking in a tub of mud beside one's brother. A particularly new tradition, but damn did Royal love it much to the bafflement of nearly anyone who knew him. They were fools. This wasn't dirty ground mud, this was nice clean spa mud. Cosmetic mud, if you will. He shut up all staff that tried to explain that the mud still came from the ground, they would not ruin this for him.
It was all the better for the company he kept, lying within touching distance of his brother. Which he did often. It was often that he reached out to tap hooves or to touch his brother's arm before letting go. It was one more aspect of their retreat that he'd prefer no one mentioned.
He drank fizzy water. He did not like it, but it made him feel mature.
"So Mr. Hero, where's all the juicy gossip you owe me? Come on, clearly I'm not here for your company or anything. I deal in information and you're clearly holding out. Is it a new crush? Oh my god it is isn't it! If it's not a crush I'll be severely disappointed in you."
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2017 1:25 pm
Just Lance couldn't really remember which of them had started their regular spa day, and he couldn't really find it in himself to care. He would never admit it aloud, but having the time to bond with Royal We- not as rough and tumble as himself and Dragon- was a blessing he would not overlook. He was not a judgmental phony in the slightest, and wished to have cherished relationships with all of his siblings. So even if they were worlds apart in demeanor, this spa day was the great equalizer. Even hoofing for them to just be siblings, without worrying about dirtying up the other or boring the other.
When Royal We brushed hooves or reached over to tap his arm, Lance always replied with a smile that reached his eyes. It was... nice, honestly. Not in the way he told mother when he merely tolerated a meal, but genuinely pleasant. He would return the gesture in honest as the spa phonies pampered him, reveling in the experience of being together.
"Juicy gossip? Please!" Lance snorted, shaking his head. The only going-ons in his life were the kind that didn't interest Royal We at all. He mulled over his life regardless, trying to find a scrap of something to give his brother.
"Let's see, um. Ah! I'm saving up my allowance for something grand! Better than anything else, ever!"
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2017 6:48 pm
Royal could remember. He could remember stretching the truth a touch to get his brother out of the house. It wasn't much, hardly even a lie really. A simple mispronunciation. Anyone could mix up 'spa' and 'laser tag'. It was an easy mistake to make.
And a 'mistake' he was endlessly grateful for. While he struggled Damsel from time to time he could at least bond on her level. He could watch Disney movies and make new dresses for her terrifying dolls. But Lance and Dragon were always just outside of his range. Hell he'd tried adventuring like they did and that turned out as bad as it possibly could. Having something, anything with Lance was all he wanted. Even if it had been entirely unwilling in the stat.
"Tch." He clicked his tongue. "And here I hoped I could dress you up for a date or something. But wait, don't tell me what you're planning!" Royal brought his hooves to his temples, scrunching his face up even though Lance couldn't see much of it through the face mask or cucumbers. "Oh it's coming to me. What you want is... potentially dangerous... huge... and probably not going to be allowed in the house!" After he lifted one of the cucumber slices to peek at his brother. "So, how close am I?"
At least Lance was always easy to buy gifts for. He could swing a cat in an armory and give Lance whatever it landed on and his brother would be ecstatic.
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2017 3:35 pm
He hadn't enjoyed the day to start, but Lance could admit that this spa stuff was sort of nice.
He would never, ever admit it to Dragon, but with Royal We? Well. That was alright. It was really nice to have time with his less adventure-bound sibling, and Just Lance could admit that he could concede some ground to meet him on even ground. And this wasn't so bad! His hooves had never looked better, and there was already a shine to his coat that only came with being pampered and well-kept.
Yeah, he could definitely see why Royal We was about this life.
...Was he really that obvious? Lance felt himself frowning more and more the closer Royal We got to the issue, all too apparent in his desires. There was, in fact, a sword that he was eyeing. It had the absolute coolest basket hilt, and the forward guard was to die for... yeah, he really was predictable.
Lance was glad for the cucumbers covering Royal's eyes, so he couldn't quite see the pink of his cheeks under his fur.
"Yes, well. You got it in one. Sorry I'm not all that exciting or interesting," he sighed, lowering a little further into the drink.
"It's a new sword. Are my hobbies really that boringly obvious...?"
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