“Brother for the love of Gott” they sighed. Pedanics that was funny. They wouldn’t laugh even though it amused them when their brother mixed up words. They didn’t want to offend their brother because them being nervous didn’t give them a right to be a dick to Rohaan. They took some deep breaths to try and calm their nerves. Well attempted to. The corset didn’t allow much air into their lungs. It had a similar feeling to having someone sat on their lungs constantly. Real problems, well Vequaniel didn’t know whether it was right to say it was a real problem. They hoped Rohaan would just drop it and forget it. It would be a last resort and a break of their moral code to make him forget. But it could be necessary. They shouldn’t think like that they shook their head trying to knock loose those bad thoughts and dispel them. 

Vequaniel wished they could be as skilled as Rohaan at quick thinking. Watching Rohaan shapeshift was fascinating. It was magical to see. Why would anyone hate shapeshifters when they are that amazing. Rohaan was right, Vokurian would be perfect. No one would know what they were saying except the two of them. “Wunderbar!” they exclaimed. “Our accent is plummy” they chuckled. It was nicer than saying posh. It was but it didn’t feel right to say posh, more regal. They were grasping at straws. Luckily the internal argument was internal, thought battling it out. It was slightly amusing. It was also a good thing that the people of Galelallan were of all species. Princess Andromeda and the royal family were human. Watching Rohaan shift made them smile. Vequaniel could admit that Rohaan had impeccable taste in form. “That is perfect Rio!” they exclaimed happily. 

It was another funny thing for Vequaniel, why did humans sexualise the body and make it such a taboo of nakedness. They had a theory that because of Rohaan’s clothes being organic they would respond to his body shapeshifting. So it would explain why he had the ability to change clothes as well as body. It was a far from perfect hypothesis. “Do you think Father is proud of us?” They asked. Much like a child they seeked their father’s approval. The continued approval of their father was integral. The twenty three year old adjusted their tiara and smiled. “How do I look in my outfit?” they asked. They didn’t have the luxury of being able to change shape at will. It was not their mutation. As a child their family were prided on perfectionism. Of course Vequaniel couldn’t be perfect enough so it left them a perfectionist who seeked approval of those closest to them.