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!
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George just sighed, crossing his arms like a toddler who couldn't have any ice cream. For a king, he could be pretty childish.
"I would've taken a break eventually..." He mumbled, as he legitimately considered having the asker executed. Those thoughts disappeared, though, when Sam hugged him, smiling.
"N-now I can have your attention again!" He said, clinging to George's arm. George smiled, no longer caring about the laptop all that much, though he still knew that the guards would catch the asker and probably throw them in jail, or kill them if they put up a fight. He cared about the asker, sure, but...not very much.
Right now, what he mostly cared about was Sam. Who was already falling asleep, cuddled up to him. So George was content, as long as he had his boyfriend.
Well, he had his boyfriend for now. I haven't hurt them in a while.
