hand me my suit ;; getting mane braided

"natus vincere" ✭ asmodeus ── he wasn't a children person so he would never understand why night of no stars would just sit there and let children fawn all over his mane. it seemed so tedious, so tiring to have squabbling younglings fuss over you for hours - he had watched when they started, left to hunt, and returned to them still decorating. as the other padded over to a puddle the lion joined him. "don't know why you let them do that." he mused quietly so they couldn't hear him. "isn't it annoying to have them tug on your mane?" his own had grown out quite nicely and was already making the small ring around his neck.

"speech"