[It's been a good handful of days since the Hug. Almost a week - long enough that Izunia, in the home stretch, is now almost, almost finished.
And then one day, seemingly out of the blue, he leaves his room with... Well. The Founder King is on the warpath, metaphorically, because in the literal sense there's nothing to fight, nothing for him to do. The person who has so enraged him isn't even here.
But that doesn't mean that he's not stalking through the halls of the Station with kingly authority and anger set in his shoulders, his long black coat - only a step down from a royal raiment - practically snapping around his legs every time he turns.
for the bro and the inlaw
And then one day, seemingly out of the blue, he leaves his room with... Well. The Founder King is on the warpath, metaphorically, because in the literal sense there's nothing to fight, nothing for him to do. The person who has so enraged him isn't even here.
But that doesn't mean that he's not stalking through the halls of the Station with kingly authority and anger set in his shoulders, his long black coat - only a step down from a royal raiment - practically snapping around his legs every time he turns.
He really needs to blow off some steam.]