Oui~ If not for Roi du Poison's endless patience, I'm certain I would still be playing in the mud without a care. Ah, what have I ever done to deserve such beauté to uplift me?

[Were you hoping to get down from there anytime soon, Jade? Too bad, he's distracted by a special interest now. Rook loosely reties his robe before turning to his wardrobe, reaching deep inside to pull out..... possibly some of the most tragic pants Jade has ever seen, honestly. Loose and easy to move in, sturdy and rough, frayed at the hems, stained with old grass and dirt that never quite washed out, a faded drab color that would blend effortlessly into the savannah grass.....]

Heheheh..... I just couldn't bear to part with what I was wearing when the Dark Carriage came for me. How nostalgic!