Ask Sammy Boi and Good ol' King George some stuff! Or interact with them, it doesn't matter. Personally, I wouldn't give Sammy a pat on the head, but it's your choice what to ask them!
DISCLAIMER:
Pls. Read 'My Loyal, Royal Subject' before reading t...
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"Okay? Wait, weren't you the one who told us what smut was, just a few asks ago?" George raised an eyebrow, skeptical, but typed it in anyways, hitting search.
"George, wait don't click that!" Charles yelled, and if he could've slammed the laptop shut and thrown it across the room, he would.
"Why not, Charles? What's wrong with clicking it if Masky says it's cute?" George asked, and Charles shook his head.
"They're lying! It's not cute! Please don't read that, and certainly don't let Sam read it." Charles said, still talking much louder than usual.
"W-why can't I read i-it?" Sam asked, interrupting the argument.
"Because- Because it would make you upset, Sam. You know how people writing about you made you upset to the point of crying at first? Well, this would probably make you wish you didn't even exist. Trust me. Don't read it." Charles said, and Sam decided to trust him. George didn't ask any more questions, just slowly closed the laptop. It was probably best if they didn't read it.
