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A fair, they said? It was one of the things that kept Han going when it came to being at this event. Just because she was away at this thing didn't mean she was immune from her diplomatic duties. Her phone, specifically assigned by the government for diplomatic purposes, was always ringing. Han couldn't even take the time to tinkle before it went off with some issue or request the people of Tuyen Phu had. It was rather frustrating for Han, but she knew that the people of Tuyen Phu didn't stop living their lives just because she was someplace entirely different. She spent many a night perched over a desk, scribbling notes down on a stationary, trying to work her way through the various issues that the people of Tuyen Phu had.

The day of the fair had rolled around, and Han had made it explicit that she was not to be disturbed unless it was truly, TRULY dire, which in that case her phone would ring because of the one person authorized to do so had to. Standing in the main hall of her temporary place of residence, she threw her hair behind her back, exposing her tattoos that were so popular with her fellow members of royalty. [color=FF8E00]"Ayo Ricardo! Get your bitch ass in here!"[/color] Han yelled, fixing her hair so it didn't look scruffy, as well as subtly flex the pieces of jewelry hanging from her ears. A dainty, older man walked in from seemingly nowhere, and looked at Han. "You look splendid, Princess." All Han was really wearing was a black tank top, and a pair of light wash jeans since she knew she was going to be on her feet all day at a fair. It wasn't like she had the intention of sitting down and just playing with herself all day. She needed to get around and get a move on if she wanted to make her time worthwhile.

[color=FF8E00]"I know."[/color] Han smirked, [color=FF8E00]"A bitch always be slaying, ya feel?"[/color] The princess made a little gesture indicating her satisfaction with herself. [color=FF8E00]"God, I hope Skinny Dick will be there."[/color] She said, [color=FF8E00]"I ain't even know if I even seen that dude this whole damn event! We been here [b][i]weeks[/i][/b] and we still ain't see him or his microscope dick. I miss the guy, even though he's right fuckin there. It's kinda hard not to, you can always feel that small dick energy of his. Ironic, right? Small dick, big energy. I don't even fuckin' know, Ricardo."[/color] The preoccupation with her own kingdom's affairs, as well as Erik's preoccupation with his own affairs (namely, Ara), had kept the two from interacting with each other much. It was rather frustrating to behold, but Han was hoping that this day was a good opportunity to see if she could vibe with her homie from another nation.

Taking a deep breath, Han put a hand on the door handle, ready to make her way to the limousines that were awaiting these members of royalty. [color=FF8E00]"You think that slavery bitch gonna be around too? I hope not, I don't wanna see him or his goofy ass."[/color] Stepping out of the room, Han made her way downstairs, her loyal aide following by her side. [color=FF8E00]"I hope this fair got some rad ass rides, bruh. I ain't tryna sit there all day. What's the point of the fair if there's nothing worthwhile there? I always been hearing about these fairs, but I gotta see this shit for myself. A bitch wanna be experiencing shit!"[/color] She said, putting a foot on the steps leading down to the limousine. [color=FF8E00]"Tellin' ya, Ricky, I wish you could come, dude. Y'know, I don't think I've seen you smile [i]once[/i] dude. What's up with that? You got a tiny dick too or what?"[/color] 

Ricardo was always the subject of Han's tirades about tiny dicks and how this person lacked the balls to be the leader of the country, but every single day he just stood there and listened. Never even bothered to offer his own take on things. Surely, he had to have had his own opinions. He was human, just like Han. It was nigh impossible that he just took what Han said and didn't have his own thoughts on it. Han thought about it from time to time, but she figured that it was better for him to just take it and not say anything. Avoid making the princess mad and firing him, even though he'd been with her since she was a baby.

Walking out to where the cars were, Han saw a rather familiar face. No fuckin' way. Speak of the devil. A small smile grew on Han's face as the gears clicked in that brain of hers and she realized who it was. Stepping a little closer so she didn't have to yell, Han put a hand up to Erik's shoulder and tapped lightly. [color=FF8E00]"Yo, Skinny Dick! Is that you?"[/color]