Lion Head Mesa sedjet

he was nearly tripping over his paws as he hurried to the throne room. how long was it since he last personally spoke with the pharaoh? need'a hurrry, need'a hurry.

his collar announced him long before entering. the neb halted upon seeing the ruler not seated, but pacing as if agitated.

"your majesty." he lowered his head until his batty ears nearly touched the ground, his heart pounding.

just as wild thoughts of being expelled from the mesa from some to him minor but to the pharaoh supermassive slight began to upheave his brain - the gold-caped man spoke.

gucci's mouth parted in a shocked little "o".

he needed a moment to recover from this freight train of information. he glanced quickly at the man to determine if this was a joke - before shaming himself for thinking the king would be in the state for humour.

"...ah." he cleared his little throat. "yea, ah comprehend. n- n sure, ah shall do anythan' t' help poor may-jee's predicament, 's jus'-" the toy breed hesitated.

a deaf bat could taste they ain't mine.

"-how would th' marriage be officiated?"

pardon the holdup <3