The Prince's Guard
Chris looked around, trying to think of a reason that would seem normal for a human.
“Parents don’t accept me.”
“Gay?”
“Gay?” Chris asked
“Yeah, fancy men.”
Chris frowned deeply, sitting back in his chair almost defensively.
“Dude, it’s cool, you came to the right place, gay pride’s tomorow.”
“Gay pride?”
“Do TVs not exist where you come from?” the male, Stephan, chuckled.
“Well… yeah.”
“Nevermind, cool contacts by the way, you’re completely in with the crowd.”
“Thanks,” Chris muttered, not really having a clue what the blonde before him was talking about. He demolished one rib before diving into another, as he ate he pushed the box towards Stephan, after all, he’d got them for him.