Clowns left and right step aside, stumble over one another and make room. Gazes fall upon an imposing figure, marching their way through, not focused on those who move out of his path. The Dragonborne Prince was clearly searching for someone, his mind occupied fully by his goal with his Cruel Blood Demon-Slasher Axe clutched in his hand.

...Frankly he was getting bored searching. Oh yes, he did enjoy his new form very much (while it lasts), but trying to find people on this planet was like looking for a needle in a clown stack. Buckingham XXI sighs to himself, pulling his phone out from a pocket on the pelt he donned around his waist, little nails clicking against the screen as he texts.

Buck bit his lip. He knew that O-11 was here, somewhere.. if he hadn't jumped planet yet. He hoped that wasn't the case..

His phone. He's been having so much fun that he hasn't checked his phone in ages. He remembers the message he never got around to reading. Fumbling with the phone due to his new hands he goes to Buckingham's name.

That was a lie but.....

Buckingham thought for a moment, looking around for a street name..

O-11 felt his heart skip? Oh god, he knew he'd die at the worst possible moment. He was about to meet his husband Buckingham for the first time ever, and yet all he felt was anxiety.

He's never seen him before. He has no idea what he'll do, what the correct way to act was! If he could find Circe he could solve his feelings, yes!

Ugh no! What was he thinking. That was a terrible lie, he already messed up his chance to escape and never see Buckingham.

Oh, why couldn't he find Circe to take these nervous feelings away from him?

Buckingham was physically prepared, but not emotionally prepared. What if O-11 rejects him... again! It made a knot form in his throat thinking about it too hard, one that he swallows down lest he attract more clowns to him again. Buckingham didn't think much on O-11 claim's that he was joking, and simply replied.

O-11 closes his phone.

He could feel his physical death coming for him.

Just for a flicker of a moment he thought "If I died right now, that'd be the perfect excuse to get out of this." His body moved automatically as he talked himself out of spontaneous and sudden death.

When he finally came to the street, it was hard to miss the guy.

Big.
Green.
Hulking.
And barely wearing anything.

Oh no.......
Oh, the gods are laughing at him.
The guy before him was everything he saw, he remembered in his games.
But now that he's seeing him in real life he realizes....
He's too....BIG. Too....SCARY

Buckingham turned, his long black hair flowing in the breeze, his fiery gaze meeting with O-11's as he would approach. Again, Buckingham was facing the Notail whom he had been longing to meet in person for these 8 years past, and yet again.. his heart raced in his chest. Buckingham always spoke so highly of himself, but even while piloting this massive body, he felt so small...

Buckingham can't hold it back any longer. Literally everything was falling apart in his hands, as well as his emotional state. Buckingham gets down on one knee, letting his hair fall forward.

"Don't say any-DON'T YOU DARE, say anything about the collar. OwO"