[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/vHlk0a2.png[/img][/center] [color=9AF781]Time: Morning, 8am-9:23 am Location: Sorian Palace; Guest Room to the Castle Hall Interactions: Several with the floor [/color] [hr] [color=CBCBCB] [color=F7782F]“Lord Smithwood, your presence is [i]requested[/i] in the castle hall.”[/color] The room to Leo’s guest room was cracked, and a servant, one of his mother’s as Leo faintly recognized him, cautiously peaked his head into the room. [color=9AF781]“Who and why?”[/color] [color=F7782F]“That would be [i]Dutchess[/i] Smithwood, who sounded very cross this morning regarding [i]certain activities[/i] that took place last night.”[/color] Leo didn’t care for how smug the servant sounded. If he could remember the creature's name he would’ve made a mental note to complain about it later, but fortunately for the man Leo barely remembered his own name right now. [color=9AF781]“You are excused.”[/color] Leo muttered and the door was quickly closed again. Leo could barely remember what activities took place last night; he remembered the two youngest Danrose’s, a group of Alidasht royals, Roman, and a few others all going to an after-party, but everything past that was a blur. Which was strange considering he rarely drank enough to forget an entire evening but apparently it had been one hell of a party. Why that needed his mother’s opinion was beyond him, as far as who was causing the biggest scandal in the family she was still the clear victor. He let out an annoyed sigh and rose from the bed, taking his time getting dressed for the day. It was around the time that he got his shoes on, tied, and went to head out for the day that his foot slipped across the floor and he landed flat on his ass with a thud. [color=9AF781][i]What the actual fuck.[/i][/color] He knew he’d been right about the servants here over polishing the floors but this was beyond ridiculous. How did anyone walk about in this palace with the floors like this? Even getting back up off the floor proved to be damn near impossible as every time his feet touched the ground they slipped about as if his shoes were made only of melting butter. [color=9AF781][i]The shoes? Oh goddamnit.[/i][/color] He thought as he took off one of his shoes and tossed it across the floor. Sure enough, it slid across the room and as he touched the sole of the other one it was proved to be the slippery culprit. [color=9AF781][i]A fine pair of shoes, absolutely ruined.[/i][/color] He shook his head, normally a prank such as this could be easily laughed off but today was not the day for it. He wondered who the culprit could be, Thea came to mind but based on the state she’d been in the last few months he couldn’t see her pulling any pranks. He was willing to shelve the thought for later, maybe another mystery to bring up to Charlotte if the conversation of more serious mysteries turned too grim. He grabbed a different pair of shoes, ones he liked far less and noted that in socks alone the floor was perfectly manageable. Leo’s ass again met the floor. [color=9AF781][i]No.[/i][/color] He thought, no longer finding any amusement in the situation. [color=9AF781][i]Surely this prankster hasn’t ruined every shoe in this room.[/i][/color] To his horror he discovered that every pair of shoes that come with him from Stravy was, in fact, slipperier than a greased-up pig. What was he to do? He was already going to be very late to the unnecessary tongue lashing and walking around in slicked-up shoes taking baby steps and hoping not to fall was not a great option. Walking around the Sorian Palace wearing only his socks seemed equally idiotic. So for a few more minutes, Leo stood bewildered in his guest room with every pair of shoes tossed all over the floor. The sock option seemed better, less of him continuing to become overly acquainted with the floor. He went to storm out of the room in a huff of annoyance, his weight leaning against the door handle as he went to throw the door open. This time the gods saw fit to spare his ass and he instead slipped forwards, out the door, and his face became acquainted with the floor. At least the incidents with his shoes had happened alone because the fall outside of his room happened in front of several servants who now either held their hands over their mouths or had their backs turned so that he could not see their snickers. As if he didn’t know. Leo hopped back up off the floor for what felt like the dozenth time this morning. The back of his neck all the way up his ears was noticeably red from embarrassment. [color=F7782F]“Sir you seem to be missing your shoes.”[/color] The servant who had woken and was tasked with escorting him to his mother’s lecture spoke, clearly struggling not to laugh. [color=9AF781]“I am aware, go ahead, lead me to this idiotic lecture and while I’m there go and fetch me shoes from the market. Whatever it costs, this should cover it.”[/color] Leo pulled a fair amount of money from his pocket and handed it to the servant. [color=9AF781]“Normal shoes, quick as you can and the rest is yours.”[/color] Leo clarified because a vague order was no one’s friend and ‘if you want something done correctly and expediently it always costs extra’. He grinned a bit at that last thought, his father had taught him that one. Due to the shoe debacle, Leo not only arrived at the Castle Hall in his socks but was noticeably late. Leo hated being late, more so than he hated being lectured like a child for attending a party because being late was a sign of incompetence. He muttered a soft apology when he arrived but said nothing further, excuses were also a sign of incompetence and he’d already spent most of the morning looking and behaving like a fool, there was no need to add to it. [/color]