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gucci regretted saying anything very, very much.

that silence of the pharaoh seemed filled with such scorn and judgement that the dog fell quiet, shamed. his little mouth parted finally to stutter out a profound apology for not considering current happenings - when the pharaoh laughed.

the sound came in waves, each rolling over gucci and confusing him further, having moments ago decided he personally killed comedy. there was a frozen expression that mixed three different emotions on his face as it continued, until the pharaoh was on the ground laughing.

gucci's brain was an error screen.

finally, it ceased. the neb looked caught in an emotional crossfire a second longer, then blinked and fixed his face into a pleasant smile.

back to talk of arrangements and politics. he nodded as he'd been doing.

"ah'll be lookin' forward t' it. the dinner, ah mean, but also th' family livin'. will get mahself n th' wife fine n proper for th' party." his smile curved more strongly. the wife. oh joseph and mary, what'd he get himself in?

and why was he so damn giddy about it?

he bent his head. "thank ya for all your kindness n good thinkin', your highness."