I Hraet You (36)

CaraVolter February 19, 2021

Beat 36: Now That’s What I Call Gentlemanly

Gaston held a hand in front of his mask, and then waved coquettishly at Lloyd. “Oh, you,” he said with a chilled chuckle. “You’re making me blush.” He sashayed a bit, throwing his ruler-wide hips left and right. “Don’t you know I have to maintain my girlish figure? And why on earth would I want to consume the plebian slop of your kin? Your brutish father…your miserly brother…and the delusional prince of love himself…ku fu fu…I’m afraid even a taste of your gruel could corrupt me beyond aid.”

Lloyd folded his arms and frowned at Gaston. “You force your way into my home and insult my family…though I am obliged to be a good host, I would ask that you be a good guest in kind. Otherwise, you may find yourself facing dire circumstances.”

Gaston leaned forward; if he’d shown his face, he’d no doubt have plastered a yard-long smile atop his face. “Oh? So you fancy yourself a warrior prince, I take it? How delightful! Ah, if only I’d remembered to bring my rapier with me!” He leaned back and pressed a palm to his face, while his other hand continued its writhing motions. “Ah, what a shame! An oversight! A tragedy!”

He glared at Lloyd, his mask’s eyes nearly radiating with a red glow. “I would have loved the chance to run you through.”