Re: lakeside mansion; hugh c. & dietre a.
Dietre wasn’t quite sure what sort of princess stories Hugh was talking about. He roughly knew the tale of Beauty and the Beast, but was not aware of any specific film or cartoon Hugh meant. Dietre’s home growing up was not one where a television was ever left on. His father never watched television as far as Dietre could remember, and his mother was always out and about all day before she got sick, no spare time to waste sitting around. Once Dietre could play the piano, he simply had no interest in anything else.
“You’ve found a perfect victim. I really haven’t seen anything,” Dietre admitted, always happy that Hugh had so many plans for other things they could do with one another. His other friends never seemed that keen to have him around, he was a casual acquaintance to them, not someone that needed to be involved in their lives. Every once in a while they’d check up on him on the forums, that is, if they didn’t up and leave town on a whim or disappear into thin air. His only constant was Sieglinde, and now, hopefully, Hugh.
“...What is Beauty and the Beast like?” Having some experience with beasts, his interest was piqued. Not that a werewolf was the same sort of thing as a cursed prince, but still.