"Literally, oh my gods, words cannot describe how much I do. not. care." Laila's tongue practically lashed against the screen of her NalPhone, and her perfectly manicured nail hit the screen shortly thereafter as she hung up the call. Her pink lips pushed out into a pout, and she let out an audible and dramatic sigh as she crossed her arms and began to walk noticeably slower.
"Is there a problem, my lady?" The teen's escort, an older human woman dressed sharply in the black clothes of a butler, looked down and across at the princess almost on cue, her expression and tone unchanging and perfectly neutral. Laila's little fits were nothing new to her and had not been for some time.
"No, it's fine," Laila responded with another dramatic huff. Her escort hummed to acknowledge the child's response and turned to look back ahead. Of course, Laila was actually quite bothered, and the lack of a true response, as always, prompted her to actually answer the question. "It's just- okay, you remember Veronica, right? She LITERALLY will not stop bothering me with the most stupid, inane stuff I have literally ever heard. Like- " Laila paused to switch the intonation of her voice, mimicking the posh, high-pitched sound in which her so-called friend spoke in. "Like, OMG I totally got this new Bonheur bag for my birthday, and I'm like, soooo excited 'cause it literally just came out, and- "
"My lady, do you not also enjoy talking about your new bags?"
"WELL- " Laila was about to vehemently deny it, but she couldn't. She was one foot in the door of a designer bag store as her mouth opened. Her escort was right, she did talk about those same things, but her friend's conversations still all bothered and irked her just the same. She couldn't place why though, and it infuriated her. Actually, it pissed her off, and being the child she was, Laila placed her butler as the cause of that irritation. "Ugh, whatever! I'm going to the food court!"
Before the woman could object, Laila tightened her hand around the handle of her purse and stormed off, leaving the woman behind for Induparian takeover. "Extra spicy, please," she grumbled, handing her card over to the worker and getting it and her food back shortly after. She plopped herself down at a table hidden behind a wall and a line of potted plants and began shuffling her food around her tray with a plastic fork. Her tail whipped side to side, and only then did the flush in her pink skin begin to cool away.
// open to all, preferably wanting some interactions w/ fellow teens
unspecified planet, but probably some fancy mall on a neutral planet
"Is there a problem, my lady?" The teen's escort, an older human woman dressed sharply in the black clothes of a butler, looked down and across at the princess almost on cue, her expression and tone unchanging and perfectly neutral. Laila's little fits were nothing new to her and had not been for some time.
"No, it's fine," Laila responded with another dramatic huff. Her escort hummed to acknowledge the child's response and turned to look back ahead. Of course, Laila was actually quite bothered, and the lack of a true response, as always, prompted her to actually answer the question. "It's just- okay, you remember Veronica, right? She LITERALLY will not stop bothering me with the most stupid, inane stuff I have literally ever heard. Like- " Laila paused to switch the intonation of her voice, mimicking the posh, high-pitched sound in which her so-called friend spoke in. "Like, OMG I totally got this new Bonheur bag for my birthday, and I'm like, soooo excited 'cause it literally just came out, and- "
"My lady, do you not also enjoy talking about your new bags?"
"WELL- " Laila was about to vehemently deny it, but she couldn't. She was one foot in the door of a designer bag store as her mouth opened. Her escort was right, she did talk about those same things, but her friend's conversations still all bothered and irked her just the same. She couldn't place why though, and it infuriated her. Actually, it pissed her off, and being the child she was, Laila placed her butler as the cause of that irritation. "Ugh, whatever! I'm going to the food court!"
Before the woman could object, Laila tightened her hand around the handle of her purse and stormed off, leaving the woman behind for Induparian takeover. "Extra spicy, please," she grumbled, handing her card over to the worker and getting it and her food back shortly after. She plopped herself down at a table hidden behind a wall and a line of potted plants and began shuffling her food around her tray with a plastic fork. Her tail whipped side to side, and only then did the flush in her pink skin begin to cool away.
// open to all, preferably wanting some interactions w/ fellow teens
unspecified planet, but probably some fancy mall on a neutral planet