[h3][color=00a651]Mr L[/color] - The Streets of Home[/h3]
Mr L rolls his eyes (not that anyone could really tell) at her claim.  [color=00a651]"You're fine.  [i]Right.[/i]  And the sky is polka-dot and filled with mathematical symbols."[/color]  A bit odd to say but there are dimensions where the later is a real thing.  The former... maybe.  There's an endless (or seemingly so) number of different realities out there.  It's possible!

He tilts his head to the side as he shoves his hands into his previously unseen pockets.  Come to think of it, the thief does remember the nut doing this a few times before.  Honestly most days just blur together for him.  Maybe the freak put the poorly written note on his door before.  Maybe not.  L'd just rip it to shreds anyway.  [color=00a651]"If you don't wanna go, then don't.  What's the worst that could happen?  It's not like he's got any real power.  All that 'gold' plating... tch.  Most likely he's not even a real king, just some loser wannabe dressing up the part and hopin' no one calls him out on the lie."[/color]

There goes her stomach again.  [i]Man [/i]that's annoying.