[ yeah hes a bit dense in that very guy way of not noticing shit around him and being terrible at his feelings but he’s not totally the dumbest boy in school. he sees the texting, sir.
but that makes sense. a joke between these two friends at the impossible nature of it all - of the absurdity that lies at the core of his Story. People do not fall in love with frogs. It’s like Elody had said in that last conversation they’d had (before he’d run away again, just like he had before, another inevitability), and with none of the anger he had expected - only grief. You were a Prince. You were cursed, and you escaped, miraculously. A condition was met that never should've been met, and you should have been swallowed by a heron in a lake outside the castle.
It is not a miracle he expects to - doesn’t want - to repeat. It’s been a very long time since he has felt like a Prince, and that was very once upon a time ago. This is now. And he feels quite froggish in the moment. This is a not a world for princes and princesses. Frogs and spiders and wolves and Reapers, the few willing to carve a path of blood will be the victors here. He sits, near to the ground, legs pulled to either side in perfect frog posture, easily. ]
Well that’s fine by me. I’m going to keep the sandwich though.
[ for the record this is the funniest thing to ever happen to me. ]
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but that makes sense. a joke between these two friends at the impossible nature of it all - of the absurdity that lies at the core of his Story. People do not fall in love with frogs. It’s like Elody had said in that last conversation they’d had (before he’d run away again, just like he had before, another inevitability), and with none of the anger he had expected - only grief. You were a Prince. You were cursed, and you escaped, miraculously. A condition was met that never should've been met, and you should have been swallowed by a heron in a lake outside the castle.
It is not a miracle he expects to - doesn’t want - to repeat. It’s been a very long time since he has felt like a Prince, and that was very once upon a time ago. This is now. And he feels quite froggish in the moment. This is a not a world for princes and princesses. Frogs and spiders and wolves and Reapers, the few willing to carve a path of blood will be the victors here. He sits, near to the ground, legs pulled to either side in perfect frog posture, easily. ]
Well that’s fine by me. I’m going to keep the sandwich though.
[ for the record this is the funniest thing to ever happen to me. ]