
“Hmm, the one with a limo is going in front. Makes sense.” Duke commented, but walked forward. They entered the kitchen, which was stifling humid and warm. Duke immediately started sweating, and he pulled his pillowy shirt from his chest. His shirt was unbuttoned to his navel, but he might as well not wore a shirt at all.
They made their way through the kitchen without accident, thank Titania. They made their way outside. Duke looked around. “There are many places we could go. You choose.”

Duke side-eyed Malory, but didn’t comment on the appearance of his cousin. If Malory wanted to get himself into the ups and downs of being a prince with a secret relationship, that was his problem.
They turned, reaching the kitchen. Duke looked at Mal. “Stay quiet, don’t try to be seen, and for the love of Hyperus, don’t interact with anyone, even if that person is Blanque.”

*im SORRY. But anyway, it’s your turn, so continue*

*no because Duke and Amal’s relationship was so good? And we stopped it? For what*

*lowkey wanna bring this back*
donnie!! wrote: "Dorian wrote: "donnie!! wrote: "Dorian wrote: "where are yall."
hello whoreian"
who.
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you."
i made this lol"oh. I updated Lara Palace btw. And, hello Donald.
Birdsong231ԑ̮̑ঙ wrote: "I've got over 10 role-plays listed in my Google Docs to response to and no ideas for any of them, and all of them have been waiting one to two months for me. ;u; I'll stick to waiting for one of th..."YOU ARENT BEIN ANNOYING YOU CLOWN.

Duk gave Mal a grin that warned of danger and chaos, before bumbling along. He walked down the stairs, quietly, for if anyone heard him... there would be hell to pay.
"So," He started, "The woman you love. Who is she? What is she like?"

DO STUFF. ROLEPLAY. HAVE FUN

There is already a demon of a wrath

Duke tilted the hat. "Howdy." He sighed and looked at the stairs. "We go to the kitchen. There's the servand entry we could use."

Duke tilted his head. "You're not going to." He pushed pass Mal, and motioned. "Hat?"