Motto considered himself decent at reading people, but the Ikathka Princess was a total mystery.  Was is it just circumstances messing with him or was she reeeeeaally good at masking her intentions?  Whatever the case was, she was taller.  Dammit.  Didn’t matter though.  Still super hot.  Cherry blossoms were her thing apparently, but he was more interested in her hair.<br/><br/>"Isabella's fine."<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF40">“Oh.”</span>He was lame and it sucked.<br/><br/>His hand twitched to move and meet hers<span style="font-style: italic">but it was feint! </span>Dammit she was playing games with him.  Motto’s mouth fell open at the implied command to bathe and dress like a child or something.  Isabella was already walking away.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://i.imgur.com/sA9yR8h.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF40">“Sure thing.” </span>He wasn’t amused.   Unable to think of anything cool, Motto strode into the bathroom with his fists balled up.  As expected, it was fancy and artsy in there.  He undressed and stepped into the shower; his angered expression switching to confused.<span style="color: #00FF40">“HOW DOES THIS WOR--S***!”  </span>A little too fancy.  Motto didn’t see any way to start the water but he’d triggered it somehow.  Fortunately for him, the water’s temperature was ideal and his surprised melted into bliss.  Turning, the raven let the pressured stream wash over his shoulders before rolling his head back to have his hair soaked.<br/><br/>Although his shower was brief, it was a luxurious one.  Motto wanted to enjoy it longer but it felt weird and rude and it was freaking him out a little that he was supposed to<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">marry</span></span>that girl.  He remembered to wear the towel around his waist before walking out and glanced around at the main area before heading into the second room Isabella pointed out.  If there was nothing hindering him, the Prince would dress in the first pants he found and the white button down shirt seemed like a good idea.  A jacket had been on the same hanger as the pants, but it was too formal.<span style="font-style: italic">OR WAS IT?</span>Motto hesitated before the mirror, but quickly shook his head and grabbed a pair of boots he assumed it was ok to borrow.<br/><br/>He didn’t need the stinkin’ jacket.<br/><br/>Refreshed and a little ticked off, Motto walked out into the main area and would continue up the stairs he’d seen her take if she wasn’t waiting for him.