Goro let out a short yell as he fell out of the portal and onto the floor, from the low foot traffic, he was grateful it wasn’t right in a large crowd. He pushed himself up onto his feet, stretching his back out. He was a prince but the boy looked far from it currently, barefoot, a pair of bloomers and his nightshirt. He used the hand not currently covered in Boysenberry jam to straighten out his hair. The prince made his way down the street, avoiding people and knocking on the door of this little place-it seemed squished between two other buildings-that still had their lights on. He took a breath in wait, preparing to act in a more acceptable manner to get the assistance he needed.