Guy opened his mouth to shout protests about wearing a seashell bra but nothing came out. His eyes widened and his face turned a particularly bright shade of red as the anger swelled up. What the hell was going on!? He ripped the bra off as soon as he got the chance and then swam over to where Tora was lying. He glared at Scott, giving him the finger. Supposedly his kiss was the life saver. HA. That was a laugh.
Why was he the prince again?
Looking down at Tora, she was so...pretty. He wished he'd known her when he was this age. Or maybe not, it might be better if he hadn't. Leaning down, Guy took a breath and then nodded to himself. He was going to be her prince, not some bald freak who probably wanted to make out with a lamp post. He pressed his lips against Tora's, kissing her softly.