Maryle refuses to honor this pointed look, instead shifting so that her chin digs into Dom's thigh, right above his knee, as she maintains her position sitting on the ground.
"Did she win?"
It's always a little strange to ask about the past, but right now it doesn't feel so terrible.
"I'd love to get into a turf war with someone's mom," she sighs as she glances off almost dreamily.
"The parrot queen of Miri reigned for two more years," he replies sagely. "I suppose that makes me a parrot prince." (Appropriate.) "I doubt she would have won if your reincarnation was the ring leader."
Digging her chin in a little more at the expense of her own comfort (let it never be said that she isn't willing to commit), Maryle, despite her assault, smiles contently at this story. Parrot queen. Parrot prince.
"I know, I would have been her worst nightmare. Alright, let's be parrots next time. The monarchy is generally frowned upon, though."
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Maryle & Dom
"Did she win?"
It's always a little strange to ask about the past, but right now it doesn't feel so terrible.
"I'd love to get into a turf war with someone's mom," she sighs as she glances off almost dreamily.
Maryle & Dom
Maryle & Dom
"I know, I would have been her worst nightmare. Alright, let's be parrots next time. The monarchy is generally frowned upon, though."