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What He's that baby's daddy! What! OHSNAP! Where is Maury when you need him?
Where The manor of the Prince of Wales aka George
When Monday afternoonish
Rating High for cockney style swearing at least.
Jasper was nervous to be going to the house of royalty, because no matter how hurt he was, how confused he was and how angry he was, he was still British and followed the life and times of the royal family like any celebrity of the day. His mother had always loved watching the Queen on the telly whenever she made appearances and it was a bit amazing that he was going to the home of the Prince of Wales, even if he was going because he had been seeing the Prince's niece of sorts when she was a teenager and who was an adult woman now with a child that apparently was his. Still a visit to the royals!
Getting in after a bit of staring and a bit of eye rolling by the guards, Jasper cleared his throat and hoped his hair looked fine-not for Rebecca, of course, but for the Prince. Rebecca had left him for some child and then used him later on down the line, not warranting neat hair. The Prince, however, was the bloody prince and Jasper figured that deserved a slight amount of care when it came to a gent's 'do. Raising a hand to ring the bell, he heard a barking inside, a cheerful 'Hush now, Biggles!' and a bit of a fuss, expecting to see a servant on the other side and finding-
"Oh, your majesty," He blinked a bit at how very much George looked like him, and how his hair was excellent, before bowing his head and removing his hat with a smile. The other man seemed just as bewildered for a moment at the sight of a doppleganger before smiling brightly.
"You must be Jasper, what!" He ushered the man in, who was not only surprised the man knew his name but that he knew who he was and was not ranting on about how he was lacking in character, "Rebecca has told me tons about you, what! A bit of a rogue, I hear, but then, aren't we all?" A little titter came from the Prince and Jasper cleared his throat.
"Well, sir, begging your pardon, but I'm glad to see you aren't upset in the matter, as I was much under the impression you'd not be pleased with a man of my...age was seeing your niece," He said, smiling awkwardly, feeling the need to excuse himself in the face of this cheerful man who was his mirror reflection, "It's just she came to me, is all, and seemed to like my company, and I bet you were glad to find out she married someone other than meself-"
"Oh, come now!" The prince cut in, clapping the man on the back, "That's all past now, what, and I think she'll be happy to see you! You know, she is a bit closer to your age now, and seeing as she doesn't have her husband about," He gave a wink then laughed merrily, leaving Jasper in the dust, for he didn't see a reason to be so merry, "But I shouldn't push or pry or pick at, or so my mum used to say, what, about relationships and scabs, hm?" He clapped the man on the back again and then headed off, waving a hand, "Come on, I'll show you up to the room, Jasper!"
Holding his hat in his hand and watching the man go with a faint look of confusion on his features, Jasper then moved to catch up with the Prince, heading up the stairs until they got to a door which George promptly stopped at.
"Here we are, chap! I'll just pop in and see if Rebecca is decent and all that then I'll-" A little hand motion that didn't quite say what George was going to do, but he popped in anyway, appearing again after a moment, "Alright, there you are, Jasper old chap! Do place nicely, what!" Another laugh and a clap on the back, "I'll be downstairs if you need me, and have...fun!" And with that, George was off once more, humming to himself as he bounded down the stairs, his voice being heard as he entered another room, "James, dear, Jasper is here and my goodness does he ever look like-" Jasper never heard who he looked like as he shook his head and headed into the room, knocking lightly first.
"Rebecca?"