Regis: *pouting and letting out little whines of ‘ow’ as Clarus ‘patiently’ plucks each individual needle from his royal highnass*

moonraccoon-exe:

HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA

Clarus, pulling the needles out: I told you. I told you. I fucking- I’m sorry. I told you. Did you listen? No. Let’s run straight to danger, why not? I’m worried king Mors didn’t have another child, because the way you’re going- I’m sorry! The way you’re going you’re not going to make it to 21. And whose fault will it be? The Shield’s. Of course. Because he couldn’t- I’m sorry, I said I’m sorry! Because the Shield couldn’t protect him. But will they believe the Shield’s story? Will they believe when the Shield explains that he did try to protect him, but when the toddler of a prince saw the sign that read “Danger” he didn’t just go straight to it, he actually THREW HIMSELF FACE-FIRST INTO THE PIT? No. Of course they won’t. And there it goes; the entire Lucis Caelum bloodline. You’ll have finished with 2000 years of history. The reason? “He was curious.”

Regis, facedown, face hidden in his hands, voice muffled: Stop imitating me.

Cor is internally laughing. He already made a bet with Cid to see who starts crying first.