It was just a tad awkward.

Julian had no idea how in fact, he had gotten into the Emperor's chambers, or indeed, how he came to be half dressed in the Emperor's chambers. But here he was, clad only in his form fitting intergalactic pirate association standard issue breeches and a pink eyepatch, idly gazing at the stupified face of the Emperor, whose wife was peckishly looking between the two as if someone's head was about to rupture and set forth the poisonous kittisnakes of PerAmpregoria to slither mewishly about the palace. Julian grinned roguishly and picked up a cape to cover himself with realizing only too late that the smooth silk of the Nikeowshin pearl moth had been dyed a royal purple with rosy lacing. Which was a far cry from his standard issue SpaceCape with quasimatter technology. The bustle, in fact, belonged to the Emperor's daughter, whose wonderfully olive leg was now exposed with the tiniest of gasps. What a wonderful kneecap, he had seen it before, quite close up...

Watching the Emporers rapidly bloating face, Julian decided to flee out the second window to the left, lest the kittisnakes pursue him.




I dedicate the PerAmpregorian kittisnakes to Megumi-chan