you never let me help out.
🍑- There was an ounce of guilt that Dree hid. His thumb pressed into the palm of his other hand as he made his plea quite obvious. With the growing numbers of their peers, nobility, and commonfolk, it wasn't difficult to really decipher the impressionable from the forgettable. Though, Dree stood not too far from Dante. The peach plucked from his nectar-glossed lips. His chew circling the sweet fruit as he watched yet another exchange, only enhancing the succulence of the fruit. He sighed to himself, shaking his head as he leaned in to whisper.
Dree puts on the theatrics.
"It wouldn't be so bad if you would've allowed me to work my gods-given talent." The sigh was to exaggerate the tone. Disappointment. Oh, the despair. He took another bite, retreating from his ear out of distaste and ill-manners to do such an act so close. It would've been unbecoming of the changeling prince. "You never let me help out." Dree bites back a building snicker. "You owe me two dances for enduring this, by the way."