[[There's a small upturn of the left side of his lips, which on his otherwise stoic face is about as good as amusement get son his face. It sounds like a great many books he got read to him on a three year journey he had to endure. Thanks overly obsessed with romance stories friendo. At least he can use the information from the stories practically and owes said friend an apology over how he never would use the information. He stands corrected.]]

The Princess in another castle syndrome, huh? In fairy tales it's about knights or wizards or whatever rescuing maidens and all that kinda shit. Which I guess is cool. I get the appeal on a writing level at least.

[[He tilts his head back just a little and to the side, adjusting how he's curled in his comfy hermitcrab corner of the city. It's more that he's been up too late and now he's suffering the sleepy consequences that he's well used to.]]

But it's good you're outta that. Someone's still gotta rescue you and that puts their life on the line one day. Maybe not any've those times, but one'a those days. Plus, think of it this way...

[[Another small shrug of his shoulder somewhere beneath the blankets manifests itself in the form of said blankets sort of moving or shifting.]]

Someone else might think it's hot A F if you rescue them one day, so you still got your shot at it bein' a bit of the same. Just a different way of going about it.