Your name is Sollux Captor and you are 10 years old.
It's one of those endless summer evenings and you're spending it at the park with your gang, today only consisting of two of your friends, Feferi and Eridan, since your best buddy Karkat apparently has been grounded (again) and your cousin Aradia is at the seaside for the holidays. You're starting to think you ate too much at lunch because you're almost dozing off, when you notice Eridan frowning while fiddling with that silly toy seahorse he brings everywhere. You just know he's about to complain about something and demand attention, because he's just that much of a spoiled brat (FF instead is totally cool and crazy fun to be with). Sometimes you wonder how you two are still friends, really.

You roll your eyes. The little prince has spoken, now the world had better solve his problem. Far be it for him to propose anything.
"We could go to my place and play games on the Xbox," you offer, and Eridan gags.
"No way! Your games are so dumb."
"More like I always beat you," you say with a grin, and Eridan's starting to object, but Feferi cuts both of you out with a huff.
"C'mon, guys, cut it out for once! How about we do something we all like? We haven't played pretend in forever, let's do that!"
"True, but..." Eridan starts, then stops abruptly and gives you an embarrassed look. You have a feeling you're making more or less the same face, and maybe you know why. To anyone else, you'd reply that playing pretend is for little kids, but this is FF we're talking about, and she's the exception to the rule because only losers would make fun of her, and playing pretend with her is a blast. Playing anything with her is a blast, really, so you do the only thing you can do: you shrug off your embarrassment and for once, you give Eridan a hand.
"... but we need a good idea, right?" you chime in, and Eridan nods enthusiastically. "Well... we can do a story about King Arthur! I read it last week and it's so cool."
"Arthurian legends are awesome! But you're sure you read it? You didn't just play some dumb inaccurate fantasy game?" Eridan rolls his eyes with a smirk.
"Oh shut up!" you say, deliberately avoiding the question because you're just that smooth. "Now, I am going to be Arthur, FF is Lancelot... and you can be Guinevere!"
Eridan almost chokes at that, flushing right up to his ears, and you snicker.
"What! No way, I can't be Guinevere, I'm a boy in case you didn't notice!"
"Oh come on, Eridan, I play boys' parts all the time, what's the problem?" Feferi says with a pout, tugging playfully at his clothes. "You even look pretty in dresses!"
"But --FEF!"
This time Eridan turns outright eggplant violet in the face and his voice sounds much more like a panicked squeak than a shout, but it's all useless, you're already doubling over between snorts and chuckles. FF doesn't seem to get what's so funny and just keeps giving Eridan the puppy dog eyes treatment, which is another thing you like about her: Eridan can be such a pain sometimes, but he's like putty in her hands. Just like you thought, he regains his composure soon enough, wriggling his hands.
"Um... if you say so, Fef."
Man. This is going to be fun.
> Everybody: play Sollux's tale.













