Too short to even be posted as a scrap. Part of a story. I write it up here because I know it will make Ryia happy. I like making her happy. Oh, and a point to who can identify the play referenced! You know what... another point to who can figure out who the princess is...


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There was a sharp rumble and a young man exploded from the dark place, nearly falling on his way. He had a wild bewildered look about him that matched his wild red hair. He was dressed in a non-descript pair of trousers and evidently tangled in a large number or scarves from the wardrobe. His green eyes darted around the room before settling on the startled seven year old, standing before her desk and looking something between bemused and terrified.

"Who are you? Where am I? When am I?" he demanded, brandishing a weapon of curved metal and springs.

"I'm Antoine, this is my room and you were in my dressing wardrobe." She stuck a petulant chin out at him, blue eyes sharp. "But who are you, sir speak!"

"I am a pirate!"

The child gasped, her hands clenching over her diaphragm. "A pirate? Horror!"

"It worked." The red head breathed in shock and satasfaction.

"Wait. You're not a pirate! You have no ship, you're not near water and you're using my undergarments as a weapon." The girl pointed at the odd assymblage of iron in his hands.

"Underware?!? You wear THIS for Underware?!" He shook his head in surprise, dropping the heap at his feet. "And you're right. I'm not a pirate... It's just my friend's been making me watch this musical... and you said the line so perfect..." he rubbed the back of his neck, blushing hard. "I guess I got carried away.