Stolen Behind Scrolls of Writing

"I read something today that...really intrigued my interest," the prince said, shaking. His earring that dimly hung shook slightly. "A certain way of exchanging something."

"What are we exchanging," the scholar asked. His curiosity was getting the best of him. What would they exchange? A gift among friends. Maybe a sweet treat. Perhaps, he would be gifted a matching tassel that his highness would also wear. A small sign between the two friends that they truly are close to one another.

"I have heard of a new way to exchange...spiritual energy," the prince replied. "It requires two people, and you have to physically touch one another; but you have to do a different kind of...touching per say." The prince had his head laid against the shelves much like the scholar. The only difference was that he was looking down at the shorter man instead of at the ceiling. He still picked at his fingers, his thumb was turning red and drops of blood dripped from it. The scarlet liquid dripped onto the floor soaking the once dusty foundation with crimson.