This glimpse into a possible future has me so happy!! It feels so natural and exactly what would happen~! Like, there is no way their schools are near each other but MK walking red son to school everyday just to then zip over to his miles away.
Red son complaining about not being able to wear skirts and wearing the itchy dress pants- ahhh I love it!!
Your red son design *chef kiss*
MK quickened his pace the moment he realized Red Son had no intention of slowing down. His friend’s brows were drawn tight, a sharp sneer cutting across his already irritated expression.
“What’s got you all worked up today?” MK asked, lengthening his stride to keep up with his taller companion.
“Pants,” Red Son growled.
“So… they turned down your skirt request,” MK said, already knowing the answer; he’d sat through the entire, very intense, very detailed presentation Red Son had given on the superiority of skirts.
“Ludicrous!” Red Son snapped, shoving his hands into his pockets purely to keep his flames in check. There was no way he was burning fabric this expensive—his mother would have his head.
“At least they’ve got pockets?” MK offered, trying to help.
“My custom-made, high-quality, dual skorts have pockets!” the prince fumed. “These starchy, leg confining, no good, peasant material mimicking quality are- are-!”
“I thought they looked nice on you?” MK said with a sheepish shrug.
“Nice? Nice?” Red Son snapped, stopping short as heat practically shimmered off him. “These are an affront to fashion, an insult to design, a crime against silhouette and movement—do you know how restricted I am? How utterly—” He cut himself off mid-rant, turning sharply to MK. “Oh. Thank you.” The shift was instant, his tone suddenly smooth, almost pleased. “I do look good in anything. It’s a curse.”
MK snorted, eyes squinting at the whiplash. This guy….
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