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[Light]

He blinks rapidly, his foot dragging for a moment before he picks it back up and tries to standing up straighter, "Hah, that's right. You westerners need to get it right."

[CrimsonMoon]

She blinks when he attempts this, almost rolling her eyes but murmurs," We're so 'uncutured' yet we make the finest materials in the galaxy... Funny thing about that."

[Light]

"And we crawl around in the mud but have the most beautiful cities," he chortles weakly and nods to a few guards as they pass through the gate.

[CrimsonMoon]

She shrugs faitly," And they are destroyed with weapons," e points out

[Light]

"Most are." he looks away towards the castle, his gaze becoming unfocused, "But our main sanction will never fall. Not as long as..." he trails off and shakes his head with a yawn.

[CrimsonMoon]

" As long as what?" She urges softly smilin faintly

[Light]

He looks at her with bleary eyes, seeming to contemplate whether or not he should really tell her... "Long as my sister never leaves the castle." His mouth splits open like a cat as he yawns again.

[CrimsonMoon]

She rolls her eyes and pats his head, not pressing any further but seeming to understand," C'mon, we're almost there, culturally refined swine," she teases

[Light]

He mumbles something under his breath in his native tongue and quickens his pace once he see's the large doors to the palace, "Hurry up then, uncultured ox,"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Ox are sacred in the Western World," she laughs and pats his head," keep trying.."

[Light]

"I thought it was cows," he grumbles while pushing open the door.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Oxen are cows," she points out patiently

[Light]

More of his to the streams out of his mouth as he veers to the side and opts to use the wall for support, making his way back to the center quarters on his own support from there. "No udders on Ox."

[CrimsonMoon]

She grasps his shoulders, ignoring odd looks she was given," My king...!"

[Light]

(looks like a line from a shoujo manga lmao)

"I'm fine," he insists stubbornly, "Let me walk it off."

[CrimsonMoon]

" You are foolish," she corrects, chuckling and supporting him,"... This is taking too long, i'm going to fly us there," he growls.."

[Light]

"It's not taking long," he scowls, "You're just rushing." He tosses his head a bit and looks to the side, watching the sun slowly descend upon the ocean.

[CrimsonMoon]

She blinks and shrugs weakly, looking around

[Light]

"Do westerners drink tea?" he rubs a hand against his face, the gold around his neck glinting restlessly.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Not as much as you Easterners do... Besides, we drink coffee and hot chocolate.." She sniffs and frowns, her eyes watering a bit," I miss home... The air here is so clean, it's choking me.."