Hallway

@II. Moon Jongup Misha blinked up at the man, a little sad that the turtle had come to a stop now that something was blocking it's way. Nevertheless his eyes crinkled into smiles at the stranger. "Nope!", he called out cheerfully, his entire being radiating happy, giggly vibes. Who could blame him, he was riding a turtle. All his other ones were too small, but this one? Totally huge. He loved his dad, always gave the best presents. "I'm going on a walk!" Misha was completely oblivious to where the man was looking and what thoughts he might be having. He usually was. He'd done alright at boarding school, but that was mostly because he'd been fraternizing with his teachers and not because he'd actually studied.

Normally, Misha would just go on his way now and show off his present to all the meesly people in this joke of a castle. Ok no, it was a decent enough castle. However, it was his birthday and he had just decided that he wanted some company. "Do you want to join me?" His large eyes sparkled as he spoke. After a moment of silence, he added: "You can't sit down though, you're too heavy." Just in case this man got his hopes up, Misha figured he should crack the bad news to him. Even if he was light enough, no one was going to ride his awesome turtle but himself. "You need to walk." Right then, the question this man had asked him came back to him. Why had he asked if Misha was lost? Perhaps he was lost himself, but too shy to ask? He didn't look especially shy though... "Are you lost?", he asked carefully, as if worried that he'd hurt the man's feelings.

@♝ Lil' Missy Boring. Slow. Ordinary. Three perfect words to describe Jongup's day so far. He had been roaming the place since morning and nothing... well, more on no one, have really interested him yet. Haven't seen a person who he would like to violate and reduce to a ing crying mess. And honestly? The lack of ual release is really messing up with his mood. Way worse than his usual moods, at least. Releasing a frustrated sigh, he have decided to give up for today, trudging his way back towards his room. Where he can probably release some pent-up frustration by himself. It's not a preferred option but he doesn't really have any other choice. "Oh-- !" He cursed when something suddenly blocked his way, eye twitching in annoyance once he caught sight of a giant turtle... who the is in their right mindset to bring one of those here? Jongup had seen some serious but riding a ing turtle? That's new. His eyes went up from staring at the strange animal to follow the white frilly dress and land on a pale yet adorable looking face. Well, that didn't really help with his mood. It irritates him even further actually, he's too-- cute. Like a precious, fragile doll that's usually displayed for decoration. Makes him wonder what's he even doing in this kind of place, actually. "Hello there." Jongup smiled sweetly, approaching the doll-like guy cautiously. "Are you perhaps lost?" He muttered though his eyes ran down the other's figure in a quick look, the sight of the milky white and tender-looking legs wrapped in thigh highs socks making him sigh with satisfaction. He would very much like to bite into those and leave his teeth marks.

@II. Moon Jongup Lil' Missy, as the owner so distantly and condescendingly called him, was having a very fine day indeed. It was his birthday and he had woken up to a pile of presents from his dad, one of them being the giant land turtle he was currently sitting on. It was still early in the morning and he had decided to go on a walk. The sun was shining in through the windows, illuminating the pretty average looking murals - the ones he had in his bedroom at home were much nicer - and making the figures dance in the light. His curly silver hair was tide into two bunches with a silky white ribbon, fitting his short frilly white dress. His pristine (also white) socks were pulled up halfway to his knees, his small feet tucked into pastel blue mary janes. Misha was feeling especially cute today, a smug smile on his face as his small frame swayed with each of the turtle's steps. Advancement was slow, but how awesome he felt made up for the lacking speed. Misha had locked his guards into his closet, unwilling for their miserable presence to ruin anything for him. He'd been quite productive today too, accusing some random slaves of trying to hurt his poor wee self. Of course the owner knew it was bull, but what he could do... if the little wrote a tearful letter to daddy, he might lose his supply of rank III slaves... and a large investment... and his life.