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[nohrianprince]

I'm the crown prince of Nohr, Xander. My time is valuable but I can spare some for you.

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[nohrianprince]

Eight? And as implied there will be dinner and dancing involved that would put us out quite late, would it not?

[hopesong]

[Holy shit. He didnt give off boomer energy, but here she is.]

The point of a nightclub is to not get back home until 3am, at last call.

[nohrianprince]

Oh dear.

[hopesong]

How about I bring the princess back home by 12am at the latest?

[nohrianprince]

*Crown prince. well. King.

But yes. That sounds agreeable.

[hopesong]

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I'll see you then, sugar. Don't dress too nice.

[nohrianprince]

How should I dress if not nice? This is dinner and dancing!

she typed "yeah but its slutty dancing"

[hopesong]

[Kate types something back, thinks about it, and types something else in its place.]

Find a pair of chinos and a collared shirt. You'll be fine.

[nohrianprince]

I see. [He did not, in fact, see.] I will do what I can.

And I will see you at eight.