Feng's Chambers

DAWNY
Feng knew the way back to his room well and let himself in, and plopped himself on his bed. "Bun!" He called, "Where is my fancy crown prince outfit?"

FILIGREE
"It is somewhere in your closet full of other fancy outfits," Bun replied, opening the wardrobe doors and scanning the contents. He spotted it and pulled it out, being careful not to wrinkle it; that would surely bring shame to the Renoux family. "Here it is! Wow, the maids even prepared it beforehand. It's so shiny." He brought it over and let it fall on top of Feng's face.

DAWNY
"Yep," Feng sighed. He didn't particularly care how shiny it was because he couldn't even see it and he wished other people would learn the same disregard for appearances that he had. With minimal struggle, he put the official clothes on. "Is it on the right way?" He asked Bun when he was finishes.

FILIGREE
Bun glanced over, tempted to say that Feng had put it on backwards, but he decided not to be too mean today. "Yeah, it looks fine. Now I need to go find something for myself."

DAWNY
Feng slipped into Bun's mind to glance at his bodyguard in the mirror. "Just put on that tunic," he suggested, slipping back into his own body. "You'll be fine. Come in." By now, everyone one would be waiting. He waited a few minutes for Bun before exiting his room to go to the thrown room.

FILIGREE
Bun mumbled to himself as he threw on the tunic that Feng suggested. He straightened it out, checked himself again in the mirror, before slipping out the door behind the prince.