“Not even a proper weapon- this is more of a symbol than an item which I can protect myself with!” The plastic scepter waves about, speed increasing with his growing annoyance while its hollow plastic clinks against the gold that dangles at his ears. Time has done little to ease his frustrations which now manifest into the physical to keep still without the outlet of pressing matters or his kingly duties. “Eugh, I at least deserve the little ones who can do nothing- they are domesticated in their fiercest moments and lazy at their worst.” A curse. “Horus guide me through this undoubtedly insolent city.”
The motions are put to a halt as the crook flies from his grip and towards an unsuspecting pedestrian. “Oi oi, bring that over here!” // @embryonalis ❤ ‘d for a starter
