¡Mierda!

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Castle Krakenburg was quite lively after Xander's coronation ceremony. So lively, in fact, that one might not notice if the second princes snuck out in search of a quiet place to be alone. That's exactly what Leo and Takumi decided to do. They left the grand hall where guests were still chatting, drinking, and dancing and headed into a closet that was far away from everything. Almost as soon as the door was shut, Leo's mouth was on Takumi's. Things quickly heated up from there. Both of their shirts were discarded and their hands were all over each other. Takumi was just about to tear off Leo's pants when the door flew open, exposing the two princes to the light. They froze and slowly turned their heads to see who had interrupted them. Surprisingly, it was Hinoka who had opened the door. Unsurprisingly, Camilla was attached to her hand. The Hoshidan princess's face was redder than her hair.
"Shit! Big sister- I can explain!" Takumi searched every part of his brain to find words to explain himself.
"It's exactly what it looks like." Leo said nonchalantly.
"Aw, we were gonna do that..." Camilla pulled her girlfriend closer. "Looks like we have to find another closet." The two Hoshidans were both blushing madly enough when they heard even more footsteps from down the hall.
"Don't worry! No one ever uses this closet- oh shit- Hey big sister...s." Kamui was dragging Azura by the arm to the same destination. "This is...awkward." She stood frozen in front of the closet.
"Let's just g-" Azura started to say when she was cut off by another couple.
"Are you sure no one will be around? It could be fairly hazardous if we got caught." Ryoma strode hand in hand with the newly crowned king.
"Trust me no one uses this- oh my gods, why are you all here?!"
In the end, Xander hypocritically told them all that what they did, or attempted to do, was childish and immature. Closets are for hiding gays and storing clothes and brooms, not making out. Remember kids, do the do behind a locked bedroom door or in an empty house.

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