Shhhh Don’t Let Sly Know I’m Starting Another Reboot RP!!! (Closed//Stalkers Enabled)

Jace nodded polietly. “Yes, please,” He squeaked softly.

“Sounds good,” Rupert said, clapping his hands together. “The informal dining room is this way.”

“In…Informal?” Jace asked as he walked over to Rupert. “What’s that?”

“Not fancy,” Rupert explained.

“Not… not fancy??” Jace tilted his smol head.

“No cloth napkins, silk table runners, stiff manners,” Rupert tried again. “Simplistic.”

Jace blinked. “People use that stuff??”

“Only at big dinners with important guests,” Rupert said hastily.

Jace shook his head tiredly. “It sounds like a lot of work!”

“It is,” Rupert admitted sheepishly.

Jace blinked up at him. “Why do you do it then? Why not just relax? That’s what Daddy always says!”

Rupert was confused. “But I… I thought…. please excuse me, if I’m prying… I thought you were an orphan?”

Jace blinked innocently up at Rupert. “I am! But Daddy stays with me wherever I go! He says he loves me, so he always stays with me!”

Rupert was confused, but he didn’t want to scare Jace, so he just said, “I see. Well, let’s go get sandwiches!”

Jace blinked up at Rupert, tilting his head. “You’re not going to send me away? Whenever I told people about Daddy, they took me back!”

“Why would I send you back? There’s nothing wrong with you,” Rupert said, leading Jace to the kitchen place. Besides being delusional…

(ah, that is usually a problem, though xD)

Jace nodded and walked after Rupert, wishing the shadow man, presumably his father, would return.
“Sir, but one of the ladies that owned me said I was a scizz… scizzohh… um…”

//XD

“Sound it out,” Rupert said gently. “What did it sound like she said?”

Jace frowned in concentration. “Scizzophre… scizzoohprhentic.”

“Ahh,” Rupert said. “Schizophrenic.”

//so
What do you mean???
:P

(Schizophrenic)

Jace sighed. “I don’t understand what it means, but I think it was meant in a mean way.”

//gotcha
Sorry i am terrible at life

“I hate to say it, but I agree,” Rupert sighed. “Well, don’t worry. I won’t send you back.”

(Tis oki)

Jace made a soft noise in his throat. “The lady said the price she paid for me was too much and she made the orphanage drop it a lot.”

Rupert stopped walking. “How much?” He shot Jace a sideways glance. Maybe Jace invented his dad after this woman’s emotional abuse?

Jace bumped into Rupert’s booty. “Oof! Sorry! What did you say, sir?”

“How much did she lower it?” Rupert repeated, reaching out a hand to steady Jace.

Jace shrugged and took Rupert’s hand. “A lot, I heard one of the nurses talking about it.”

“Interesting,” Rupert said thoughtfully. Then he abruptly changed the subject. “Let’s go make ourselves PB&J.”

Jace nodded and held Rupert’s hand all the way down to the kitchens. Once they reached them, only then did the smol realize that he was holding Rupert’s hand.
“O-oh, I’m sorry, sir…” He took his hands off of Rupert’s hastily.