"... His Royal Highness King Cedric by the way.
I pulled another step from Cedric, who had turned around a minute earlier, so that Style could cut himself off early.
Call him again and place your hand gently on your shoulder pompously. Noticing Style's intention to change the story, Cedric also corrected his posture, "I'm sorry." And as relieved as I was by it, Steele tilted her neck small and laughed back.
"Have you thought about the example?
In the meantime, Pickle Cedric shook his shoulder.
About the example? And if I asked, it was returned with just a grinning smile from the style. I turned my eyes to ask Tiara, but Tiara leaned at me so I didn't know. Was there anything I could ask Cedric for?
Then after a few seconds of hesitation, Cedric closed his mouth hard once and then opened it.
"... Yes. But, uh... it's a terrible thing.
"I don't mind. If that's what I can do. This is a" thank you. "
To Cedric, who hesitated to speak, Style affirmed safely.
The Lance kings seem to know, rather looking as if they were relieved that Cedric regained consciousness again.
Thank you... Does that mean Cedric will do Steele a favor? Cedric squeezed both fists long after a little silence as he watched what the hell, he thought. As if he had decided to go to the battlefield, he breathed heavily as his shoulders rose. It's as if the tension is coming this far. sipping solitude, and as he stared at them to Tiara, who was behind him if he noticed, Cedric
"Wouldn't you like to speak to me without a word of respect..."
An unexpected wish was unleashed with a voice that seemed very prepared.
His eyes were serious in themselves, holding him down to show his own breasts and speaking out forcefully. As for Ningro himself, he was quite willing to blow it, and his sweat dripped down to his wet cheek on his forehead.
To Cedric's mysterious request, Steele said with a decent face, "Ha...?" I asked back. Hold the black edge of your glasses with your fingers and point your rounded, pitch-black eyes at him. Though he blinks tightly to make sure, Cedric's serious expression remains unchanged.
"Um... Cedric? I wonder what that means......?
I, a third party, ask on behalf of Stayle.
I know if you want to do that to Stayle, but why the opposite?
To my inquiry Cedric returned "exactly as the words say," then went on to say the words to supplement the style again.
"If you're going to fulfill my request, do it! It is painful to thank His Royal Highness Prince Style for all the inconvenience he has caused him, just like his pride.
... Does that mean I'm afraid of being spoken respectfully to by Stayle?
Through the power relations of the country, even though the king's brother Cedric is in a higher position than the first prince's style stands.... but it still seems like him if you think it's a request from him that you're going to use a salute on me and Tiara as well if you're still distracted.
And then he said, "I know it's not appropriate for you to talk to me or something like that...!" To Cedric, who complained, "Style held his mouth with one hand on the way.
If I thought I accidentally twisted my body behind me, I could hear it blowing out "Buffoo..." Plus my shoulders are tingly cramped and I'm totally laughing.
"Was it still glaring…………" rushed Cedric to the reaction of the stele, stretching his arms toward the stele and letting him swim into the universe without a place to go. He frowns anxiously at the stiffness of not being able to touch the style with ease. No, although the style is totally just in the bump.
I don't know why we talked about asking Cedric for a favor, but I guess that favor was pretty unexpected for Steele. Even I'm pretty unexpected at the time I just heard.
The colour of confusion darkens from Cedric to a style that giggles intolerably with pimples and shaking shoulders "sorry... no..." I had no choice but to walk over to Cedric as I spoke out, "It's okay."
As soon as that happened, Tiara, who had refrained behind her back, got away with the toatattattacks and fast feet, this time to the Kings of Lance. At some point, I think in the corner of your head, both kings got along.... Even though Cedric still can't even pack the distance.
"Because Stayle is not angry. I'm just a little surprised.
Mock Cedric's back so he can forgive the child.
Really... Cedric still has a strong confusion in replying to me. Still, overlapping "because it's okay" with my back, my shoulder with strength went down.
While doing so, the stiles also pulled the shoulders to stop the movement. "Excuse me," he looked back as he held his glasses down, after raising and lowering his shoulders to take a big, deep breath. Did you laugh too much or the tide is slightly red to your face.
"If that's really okay with you, it's cheap. Because King Cedric's brother will have a profound relationship with our country.
That's what I said, reaching out to Cedric with a smiling smile.
Cedric's eyes shine in that hand seeking to shake hands. Gladly opening his mouth, he held Stile's hand to wrap it even in the opposite hand after holding it back with one hand
"And."
Grrr.
Style pulled Cedric's arm abusively.
Cedric's upper body turns forward with his suddenly radiant eyes wide open.
Then Stayle put his face closer to him as he approached him, moving his mouth up the edge toward his ear.
"Maybe I'll be your brother-in-law in the future? King Cedric's brother.
Style's voice, released with a black grin, also reached me, who was beside me.
At that moment, Cedric's lid is completely gone. He shut his mouth to think about the meaning of the words, and at the next moment burned up bright red to his face to explode with a bong.
To Cedric, who starts the fire with his previous posture, Style returned it this time with no voice up, just a nymphomaniac and a satisfied grin. He took his hand away from Cedric, loose in force, and instead pounded Cedric's shoulder with both hands while facing him.
"Well it depends on your efforts and so on, good luck with that. I won't help.
Style things to do
I knew Cedric was going to blush completely, and I was flirting with Tiara, and ultimately, it all depended on my efforts.
Style laughing at the big fire Cedric with his upbeat face seemed sincerely entertaining. You have a good smile as if you found a new toy.... If Tiara and I marry, we'll just have a little sympathy for Cedric that she can have a stepbrother who's more scared than her aunt.
King Lance and Tiara are leaning their necks against Cedric, who looks like he's waking up a Pussy Puss and a Short. You know Style said something, but you wouldn't think he'd played.
With a bitter laugh I gave it back to the three of them and I worked my way through Cedric's back again. The totally stepbrother pressure episode of Steele would also have been permanently recorded on Cedric's head. And in the meantime, while Steele raised her mouth, she said, "Why don't you call me" brother "?," he whispers.
The way Cedric turned his arm around his shoulder would have been photographed as intimate if he had seen it from the outside. In fact, he's a complete delight offender and victim.
"Su...... style? Cedric, I can't breathe anymore...
"It's okay. As soon as Tiara calls, I'll blow it back.
Damn it! There's totally a fire in Steele's belly black heart.
A lively smiling style so far outside of Arthur and in front of us is rare. It's going to really stir Cedric up until he can't reboot again if he stays like this.
I have no choice but to turn from Cedric to me behind the style. I decide to retrieve that mouth by hand from behind, although it's bad for a fun looking style.
"Mgu," the style leaked his voice for a moment on the sudden seal, but when I pulled it as it was, it retreated me to the back walk. Turn your opposite hand to the body of the style to pull it this way. I heard a protest from under your blocked hand, sister, but now I'm forced to pull away from Cedric.
Guru pulled to Tiara and King Lance walked over to Cedric to replace him. Asking him what was wrong with him, whose face remained stark red, Cedric only shook his slightly open lips.
Tiara said, "Brother, what did you say to King Cedric's brother? I asked," but I couldn't help but ask you to secure the style now rather than a question and answer.
Even after releasing his hands from his mouth and body, he did not respond to the style. I wondered if he was angry at me for stopping him on the way to talk, and I peered into the style from behind, and for some reason his face was red to the style.... maybe I blocked my mouth too much.
"Shh, Style, I'm sorry, it was so painful."
I call on the style, which may be acid deficient, and now I mop his back.
Style, who returned me "no..." with a ragged voice, deflected his face from me when he repositioned his glasses to panic. I knew I was angry.
I'm sorry, but I didn't really mess with Cedric... and when I complained, he nodded silently three times and opened his mouth.
"Excuse me, I'm sorry...
... Though Cedric is insensitive when his heart rate skyrocketed with
Don't bully Cedric too much, I told Tiara I'd leave the acid deficient style to her.
Apologizing to King Lance and King Yoan, who are pinching Cedric, for the fact that Style had teased too much from me, they both allowed me to laugh.
"Cedric is unfamiliar with anyone but us who is close to his age. For there was no one to tease, even if they were close to the people.
"Excessive reaction is Cedric's problem. Never mind.
Totally. And King Lance dropped his fist following King Joan, who stroked Cedric's head.
If you think it sounded goofy and dull, a freeze-state Cedric would say, "Guh!" I moaned and held my head down with both hands. King Lance beats me up and makes me kind of pathetic when Style messes with one thought.
Apologized again from me to Cedric, who appealed to King Lance for what he would do and protest, for the meanness of Style instead. When I tried to tell him that I didn't think he was offended and that I thought he was the one who opened his mind with that one, Cedric blocked me on the way.
"I'm the one now..............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
Blocking my apology on the way, he leaned down with a bright red face after grabbing an eagle to cover his entire face with one hand.... risen, apparently not only was he ashamed to be pointed out for his love, but he was glad that he was admitted to the style a bit. Well, I'm not gonna give you a sister. Though it would be a hundred times better than a statement.
And then he said, "Ah... brother..." "No... it's just a joke...!" or whining, but he didn't look depressed. Words hang from me to Cedric, exhaling at the way it is.
"Style may say mean things again, but he's not a bad kid. Because if anything happens, you can talk to me.
... I'm still angry about the cookies from a year ago. Although there is a possibility of a return of interest.
When I followed Cedric with that in mind, he nodded over and over again.
"I can't beat Prince Steele for life......
Pushu...... and I laugh bitterly at Cedric for releasing hot air. I don't think I need to win at all, but I throw another topic at him to distract him.
"Look, there's still some fun left. After (...) this (...) is also (...) nice to meet you.
Pickle! and looked up momentously after Cedric shook his shoulder at my words.
Bright red ruby-like eyes that can't even beat a red complexion are dazzling. "Oh!" he said cheerfully to Cedric, inadvertently stroking his head like the Joan kings.
As soon as I stroked it for some reason, the redness also came off Cedric, who tied her lips and suddenly grew older. I felt calm and relieved, although my eyes only gave me a slightly distant look.
"... stop making me cry any more...
Cedric, distracted, suddenly overflowed with blurred and soggy voices.
Why tell me not the mean style. Or does that mean you want me to ask you to stay away? When he twisted his neck, Cedric said "nothing" and stretched his spine.
"... sister. It's time for us to go.
My mothers are leaving the room, too. and a slightly less hectic and calm style gave me a voice.
Thanks to Tiara's therapy, Style returns to her usual condition and immediately apologizes to Cedric for "sorry". Cedric gave it back with an incredible, almost reddish face again.
As it was, he greeted both kings with me, and where Tiara and the three of us were leaving the room, Style stopped only once for the last time and looked back to Cedric.
".................. but not a single lie. I will not cooperate, but I admit it.
The solitary voice might have reached Cedric a little further away, but I guess it was at least sufficiently conveyed by the movement of the mouth alone. Style turned to a small but honest smile this time, to Cedric, whose face was once again wobbly and stained red. It makes me a little happy when I wonder if Style liked Cedric just a little bit.
A celebration with the best closing touches. We finally left the hall, which was also the venue.
I'm going to give the book (...) number (...) a welcome (...) eh (...) ru (...) him (...) et al. (...) while I bounce my chest.