"Mx Matias, we are nearing out destination."<br/><br/>"I can see that... What, you think I'm... blind?"<br/><br/>"N- No, Mx. Just telling you."<br/><br/>"Yeah yeah, just say... something else, why don't... you?"<br/><br/>"Mx, cease this rude attitude. Do you want the new bachelorette to think you're an uncultured swine?"<br/><br/>"You humans don't know... better. I'll be fine."<br/><br/>The scrawny Marcial continued to bicker with the short and stout Lord Matias or, as they preferred to be called, Nit, as the two strolled along, approaching what looked like a hotel or apartment complex. With Nit's unsatisfactory behavior and eccentric appearance, it was difficult to believe that they were a ruler of anything, let alone the district where they lived. Though they had reason; not only were they forced to skip breakfast, but they were forced to engage with someone, a human no less, that they did not even know. A blind date if you will, except it was family tradition. Nit could faintly listen in on their bloated stomach snarling for its next meal, to which they sighed and shrugged it off. There were more important matters to deal with.<br/><br/>The two royal figures now stood within the complex's jurisdiction. One glance was all it took for Marcial to know that Nit still appeared quite petulant, their single eye staring off at nothing. Mumbling in disappointment, Marcial took a look at the yellow slip of paper in his pale, wrinkly hand containing a three-digit number. He then scanned the doors of the many apartments, looking for a match. The advisor's small hazel eyes locked on a particular door one level above him and Nit.<br/><br/>That was the one.<br/><br/>Lightly pulling the clock creature's pearly white collar, Marcial climbed the stairs, Nit creeping after him. The royals' dress shoes made a distinct clack as they slapped on each step. Scurrying up to the target door, Marcial grinned with great joy, anticipating the beautiful, elegant maiden behind it. Marcial had been longing for this day, much on the contrary with Nit; he firmly believed that the lord could use some love and silliness in their forcibly conservative life. The last time he has ever seen Nit show any sort of excitement was over a month ago, and that made Marcial somewhat forlorn. So, with great pride, he knocked on the door before him, looking back at a bored Nit looking down at their smartphone. Marcial sighed softly, mumbling out the words, "Oh, Matias..."