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he pranced besides the princess, but spoke very little.

there was... a certain miasma in her presence which, if in any way gestured at, would only make things more awkward. this the little man was sure of, and so he opted for a stiff, but persistent smile, and short replies.

before all this, he was bathed and rolled in petals, groomed to maximal poof of coat. it did well to conceal his shameful pudginess. and the slight shame he felt at the plan he was meant to help enact 

it was only near the chambers, that gucci picked up the conversation.

"... fascinating man, that mistah charles. no doubt you've met, but ah can attest t' a well-concealed depth o' character!" 

the rooms were within sight.