Post by Aladdin on Feb 6, 2020 0:32:44 GMT
(February 7th, open to Mulan and @tiana to get this Second Coming of the Trio started whut)
”Uh wuh whroh?” Hairy hands dangled suddenly in front of Aladdin’s eyes along with the added nine-pound weight of a monkey caving in his hat. Dark brows jumped, then scowled. He snatched the silver spoons they held and placed them, very quietly, on the closest tabletop.
”Shh! Abu! C’mon, we’re not here to steal.” The street rat’s voice was carefully low, but every sound seemed to echo like a drum in the dining hall of Arendelle’s palace. Sure, their windows were easy to come through, but give him a nice loud marketplace to work in any day.
His primate partner curled down around his shoulder and chattered skeptically. You didn’t have to speak squeaking capuchin, only look at the tiny fingers gesturing at the empty room, to understand what the little guy’s sarcastic attitude meant.
”This isn’t stealing,” insisted the young man, peering around a pillar. “We’re all on the same side, remember? We just need a few things to hold us over on the way. Light stuff so Carpet can carry us. Or did you want to fly all the way there without snacks?”
His cheeky grin got wider when Abu immediately front-flipped to cling to the pillar. “That’s what I thought. Good work,” he added, following the brown companion’s pointing. That back door must be the servant’s entrance to the kitchens.
Maybe it was just force of habit that he was tiptoeing along the polished wood. Maybe he still didn’t feel all that comfortable in a palace. Probably he just didn’t want to disturb any of Queen Elsa’s workers. Yeah, that was it. But it didn’t really explain the faint sense of schoolboy guilt that was creeping back from his urchin days.
Nobody needed to know where they were going. These days, you were only supposed to head out if you had a job to do. At least, that was the feeling sprinkled like sand over every social interaction he’d had since the caravan was attacked. Even the festival hadn’t eased the mood enough. But Al was going, whether the generals and princesses wanted him to or not. And nobody would miss a few dates—if Elsa had those in her stock—along the way, right?
(Tagging Cheetah and Corgi )
”Uh wuh whroh?” Hairy hands dangled suddenly in front of Aladdin’s eyes along with the added nine-pound weight of a monkey caving in his hat. Dark brows jumped, then scowled. He snatched the silver spoons they held and placed them, very quietly, on the closest tabletop.
”Shh! Abu! C’mon, we’re not here to steal.” The street rat’s voice was carefully low, but every sound seemed to echo like a drum in the dining hall of Arendelle’s palace. Sure, their windows were easy to come through, but give him a nice loud marketplace to work in any day.
His primate partner curled down around his shoulder and chattered skeptically. You didn’t have to speak squeaking capuchin, only look at the tiny fingers gesturing at the empty room, to understand what the little guy’s sarcastic attitude meant.
”This isn’t stealing,” insisted the young man, peering around a pillar. “We’re all on the same side, remember? We just need a few things to hold us over on the way. Light stuff so Carpet can carry us. Or did you want to fly all the way there without snacks?”
His cheeky grin got wider when Abu immediately front-flipped to cling to the pillar. “That’s what I thought. Good work,” he added, following the brown companion’s pointing. That back door must be the servant’s entrance to the kitchens.
Maybe it was just force of habit that he was tiptoeing along the polished wood. Maybe he still didn’t feel all that comfortable in a palace. Probably he just didn’t want to disturb any of Queen Elsa’s workers. Yeah, that was it. But it didn’t really explain the faint sense of schoolboy guilt that was creeping back from his urchin days.
Nobody needed to know where they were going. These days, you were only supposed to head out if you had a job to do. At least, that was the feeling sprinkled like sand over every social interaction he’d had since the caravan was attacked. Even the festival hadn’t eased the mood enough. But Al was going, whether the generals and princesses wanted him to or not. And nobody would miss a few dates—if Elsa had those in her stock—along the way, right?
(Tagging Cheetah and Corgi )
