Pearl and him had agreed to hang out - and had previously settled on the idea of a sleepover between the two of them. A start to a mending of their friendship after many months of agony, of many moths of what ifs, of mutual tension - they were finally on their way to starting anew. Scott is excited, to say the last - nervous, a little bit, too (what if he messes it up?) - but in the end, it is Pearl, and he has missed her dearly.
Scott almost can't remember the last time he had a sleepover with someone. Such pleasantries were beneath Royalty and he was usually sent off to focus on his studies and training more than allowed to speak to others his age. If he was, of course, it was usually all strict posture and cold smiles, never really a bonding between other children. Weapons of diplomacy.
However, there had been times where he had been able to sleep over at Pearl's palace in the duration of political visits, finding pockets of comfort and reprieve amongst all the pressure to grow up to be good leaders. In her room, together, they were no longer Prince and Princess - just children having a good time while they cozied up and talked about meaningless things together, finally allowing themselves to have a bit of fun. His lips turn upwards into a smile as he recalls old memories, standing in front of Pearl's door.
The last time he had done this, it was to speak to her. Now, it is merely to have fun. He raises his hand, ad knocks on her door - anticipatory adjusting his sleeves, this time - long ones, formal ones, with golden buttons at the ends. It's one of Scott's favourite shirts - the silk is smooth and beautiful against his skin, but it's paired with a pair of dark jeans so that it isn't too over-the-top in terms of fashion. "Pearl!" He calls. "I've arrived! The one and only!" Scott jokes, and it feels nice to be able to make silly comments like these. He has missed this. He has missed her.
Scottieee! [Pearl calls back, pushing through the dogs to open the door for him. It's been a while since it felt right to be silly and call him nicknames, but she's liking this.]
Come on in! Don't mind the doggies, they'll settle down in a moment. [It grins, adjusting its nightcap. It's already in its favorite pajamas, dark blue fleecy fabric speckled with stars and crescent moons in dandelion yellow. Its wings flutter with excitement.] I set the living room all up, it'll be nice and cozy to hang out in!
[Indeed, the couch is tidied up and laden with pillows and blankets; she's put a few bowls of snacks and a couple DVDs out on the coffee table. Several of the dogs retire to the assorted pet beds scattered around the room.]
I got out some movies, or I could show you around the base, or– well, there are lots of sleepover-type things available to do, it's your choice! [It raises its hands in a vaguely placating gesture. Despite all the effort it's gone to to make sure this goes well, and despite the excitement it holds for the prospect of reigniting their friendship, there is still learned wariness that does not let down easily. Its antennae flatten slightly.] This is all comfortable and okay, right?