Lancer hummed along to a tune to himself made entirely of splat noises as he walked, step by step, down the winding stairs that led to the one place he was strictly told not to visit. He was curious to see what he'd find waiting at the bottom of the steps, or, well, he *knew* who was down there, having once been close friends with his father's old jester since the chaotic fellow would keep the royal family entertained for hours. That is, until he became *too* chaotic for the king and the prince to handle, so, under a slur of events, the king had him trapped down in the basements of sorts. Though, Lancer grew to miss his old jester-y friend, if you could even call him a friend of his, and decided to pay him a visit after sneaking away from Rouxls Kaard. He hopped and stepped his way up to the locked cell, curiously looking through the bars as he kept his tongue stuck out, continuing to hum his small theme to himself. "Jevil?" Lancer asked out after a moment, popping his head through the bars since he was small enough to fit through, all in the hopes of trying to find who he was looking for.

“Ah! Hello, hello, young prince! Have you come to visit little old me, old me in my little freedom, freedom?” Jevil called as he came to greet his former prince, smiling down at him before offering a hand to him in greeting. “It’s nice, nice to see you, see you, young prince! It seems you’ve snuck away, away from the Duke and the King, the King!”

Lancer nodded gently a few times in affirmation, reaching his hand out to gently grab the one he was offered, pulling ever so slightly so he could slide past the bars with a pop. "Dad and Lesser Dad were busy talking! And Kris and Ralsei forced Susie to go with them instead of playing some more with me; they're mean. They split up the Dark $!? Squad just because Susie and Kris are Lightnerds and have to save us, or something like that? I dunno, I wasn't paying attention, Lesser Jester." Lancer stated, mumbling slightly about what all had to do with Susie; he adored that lightner, and Kris and Ralsei weren't that bad in his eyes, but they tended to kill his fun with her. He let out a soft sigh and plopped himself down on the floor, keeping his tongue stuck out. "Lesser Dad isn't as fun as you were. He talks really funny too. And Dad hardly has any time for me anymore; he's ''evil'' now, I guess."

“The King is indeed “evil”, young Prince, but at least I have my little freedom, freedom.” He hummed as he floated up off the ground, his tail flipping softly before he moved closer and put his hand on Lancer’s head. “Well, we have our little mischief, mischief, our little chaos, chaos! Isn’t it nice?” He hummed as he sat there with him, smiling creepily before letting his eyes glow as he looked through the bars curiously.

Lancer only let out a small hum as he stared at the ground, almost sounding disinterested with what Jevil had said, though from the way he was slumped over slightly, he was only caught in his thoughts and sad for a moment. He looked back up when he felt a hand on his head, pulling his tongue slightly into his mouth as he perked up a little bit; his emotions changed rapidly and with ease, anyone who knew him knew that much. The prince thought for a second before remembering the *true* reason as to why he was downstairs in the first place, digging through his pockets in search of a precious item to him. He held out his hands up to Jevil, holding his favourite candy in his palms; dark candy. "I thought you'd like some. Lesser Dad told me you don't get to have this, so I brought some for you cause I felt bad." Lancer explained, glancing over Jevil's expression a few times before looking precisely where the other had been gazing off. "...Have you been out recently? You should! I made a new splat song! You can listen to it when you're out! ...Do you know how to get out?"

The jester watched him for a moment before taking the candy, taking it and beginning to eat the little mushroom in happiness. “Mmmm…thank you, thank you, young prince!” He chirped excitedly before floating on his back, humming to himself as he smiled softly. However, when the prince posed his question, he looked down at him before tilting his head curiously. “Hm…? No, I don’t…unfortunately, young prince, prince, I cannot leave this place, place. This is my little freedom, this is my place to live, live permanently!”

"Permanently? So, like my room? Is this *your* room? Why can't you leave?" Lancer curiously questioned, tilting his head as a mimic of Jevil's own actions, softly placing his hands of the floor before gently pushing himself off of it so he could stand up. He took a few steps closer to him, "I knoweth where the key is, if you'd like to leave...?" Lancer attempted to indirectly suggest, looking back to the cell door, before returning his gaze to the floating jester, unaware he had copied Rouxls' speech mannerisms for a second. He had gotten so used to listening to his Lesser Dad talk at him that he picked it up himself, that being one thing that had changed drastically since the last time he had talked with Jevil. Lancer had grown a little too, but that wasn't on his mind at the moment; maybe he'd brag about how much he grew later, it was almost expected of him given his characteristically childish behaviour. He softly fiddled with his gloves as he looked up at Jevil, awaiting answers for his inquiries.

Jevil blinked before smiling, squishing his own cheeks before laughing happily. “Oh! Oh! That would be amazing, amazing, wonderful, wonderful, if I could visit my wonderful Magician! What do you think, little Prince? Would you like, like to bring me from my little freedom, freedom, into a place of happiness with my Seamy?” He asked as he looked down at Lancer, giggling happily as his tail swished happily. He was excited by the idea of seeing the patchwork purple cat again, and it clearly showed on his face.

"Seamy?" Lancer repeated curiously as he raised a brow, pondering what Jevil meant by that for a mere moment before jumping excitedly when he realized what he meant. "OH! You mean Lesser Fuzzy Dad!" He chirped out, sticking his tongue out once more as he grinned, easily as happy as Jevil was at the idea. Of course, he nodded a few times to answer the question he was asked, walking back over to the cell bars to slide his way through them. "I'll find the keys, you can count on me! But," Lancer paused for a moment, having walked over to where he remembered the keys last being kept in the room, looking back to Jevil as he felt around for them. "Only if you convince him to hold me like Dad did. Okay?" Lancer tried to compromise, finally grabbing the ring of keys once he felt them with his gloved hands, holding them tightly to his chest as he walked back over. He'd unlock the cell door no matter what answer he received in return, however.

Jevil let out a soft laugh before nodding and holding up both of his hands to show he wasn’t crossing his fingers, grinning softly. “Of course, of course, little prince! Let’s go see him, yes yes?” He asked excitedly, waiting for him semi-impatiently as he took a soft breath in excitement. The little demon moved closer to the bars, excited to get out despite hating it when others got into his home.

That was all the confirmation Lancer needed, naively trusting Jevil as he did with everyone else he came across, as he waddled his way to the cell door and undid the steel lock and key, only getting distracted once for a couple of seconds during the process; which was a new record for him. The prince pushed the cell door open once the thick steel lock with the keys still caught in the internal gears of the lock and chain had fallen limp onto the ground next to the door, grinning happily up at Jevil. "I'm gonna sneak you out! Super-spy mode!" He declared with a wider grin, though he paused for a moment upon seeing something glimmery on the floor, losing most facial expression aside from his tongue sticking out as he leaned down to mess with it. Hey, one couldn't expect much of an attention span from him, after all, it was already a miracle he had focused so much on one conversation already.

He trotted out of the cell before holding his hand out to him with a soft smile, his tail swishing slowly. “Come along, little prince!” He chirped, holding his hand before teleporting to the field where Seam’s Seap was located. The patchwork cat was just organizing his wares when they walked in, his tail swishing softly as he hummed. “Welcome to my Seap. Just a moment.” He called softly, Jevil smiling softly.

Lancer was a bundle of pure excitement when they got to Seam's Seap, unable to stand still as he rocked on the balls of his feet, though tried his best to behave himself as well as he could. Not only was he with his Lesser Funny Dad and Lesser Fuzzy Dad, but he found a new shiny object he managed to grab before Jevil had teleported the both of them. They were two things that made him happy, evident enough from the smile on his face. "Hi again Lesser Fuzzy Dad!!" He chirped, and, instead of running up to Seam like he normally would, he stayed with Jevil still softly holding to the hand that was offered to him.

Seam's ears perked up before he looked back at them, smiling at Lancer in greeting. It took the patchwork feline a moment to realize the other presence there, his eyes widening slightly before he moved out from behind his counter. Jevil let go of Lancer's hand and floated up to place their foreheads, the two of them seeming extremely happy to see one another. "It's been years, Jevil..." Seam whispered, Jevil smiling shakily before floating back and making a small explosion to play with Seam. "Well, well! I'm here, I'm here, Seamy! I'm here again, my dearest Magician..." He floated closer once again, Seam taking a soft breath before hugging Jevil tightly, tears springing to his eyes as he sniffled softly. "I missed you so much, my little Jester..."

Lancer only smiled happily at the sight in front of him, feeling giddy and jumpy with joy that he was able to help reunite two of his father-esk figures. He didn't wish to interrupt, however, staying just as respectful with his silence as his father and Rouxls had taught him to be while he walked over and silently observed what all lined the shelves of the shop, still fiddling with the shiny object he had found. It was one of those ''playing cards'' he sometimes saw the guards holding, quietly looking it over for a few moments before tucking it into a pocket of his, soon after climbing a little ways up the shelves to get to the one section he couldn't quite reach while at his standing height; the candy selection. He couldn't get enough dark candy, what more could he say?

Seam's ears perked up again and a bit of magic caught the back of Lancer's shirt, bringing the spade Prince over to the patchwork cat. He looked unimpressed, and he crossed his arms sternly as he stood up. "Lancer. Did you do all your chores in the castle?" He asked as Jevil floated up to perch on his SoulMate's shoulder, the little devil grinning and giggling softly. "Did you, did you, little Prince?" He played along, playing stern as Seam sighed and looked at Jevil with a playfully annoyed look. Seam just didn't want Lancer to be on a sugar high, and his tail swished softly before he gently held Lancer in his arms. It was a hold that allowed for the fetal position, and he hummed softly before leaning in and nuzzling the small child's hair. "Hmmm..."

Lancer looked up to Seam and Jevil, visibly puzzled over a small detail, though otherwise looking perfectly content to be comfortably held, keeping his tongue stuck out as per always. "Chores?" He recited after a small second of puzzled thinking, "We have servants at mine castleth, why would *I* need to do chores if they can do them for mine?" Lancer asked, his language mimicking Rouxls but his tone and context painfully close to one his father would use. He couldn't help it, however, genuinely unable to see the use of doing his own chores when he could easily hand them off to the servants who worked to take care of him and his needs. After all, Rouxls didn't seem to mind, especially so when his Lesser Dad didn't have to listen to his hours long playlist of splat music while they did his chores together.

"Because it's important to be responsible, Lancer. You'll be a ruler one day, little one, and you'll be responsible for the entire kingdom once you are." Seam explained softly as he rubbed his cheek gently, his tail swishing softly and brushing the ground while Seam's big paw gently rubbed it's pad against Lancer's cheek. Jevil nodded in agreement, gently humming before his eyes widened. "Oh! Seamy! Is she-?" He started, but cut himself off as Seam looked at him curiously. It took the cat a moment before he realized what he was saying, then chuckled as he held a paw up for Jevil to hold. "She is."

Lancer only hummed at the explanation he was given, admittedly having heard roughly the same thing all his life so he didn't pay much attention to it, instead preferring to stay curled up in Seam's arms and grab at his own feet as a baby would. He paused for a second and looked up at the both of them upon hearing their vague conversation; or, well, vague and confusing to him at least. "Who's she? I only know Susie; is Susie she? I didn't know you knew Susie, Lesser Funny Dad," He stated, only assuming it was Susie since, well, it was as clear as day he enjoyed her company and friendship quite a bit.

Seam looked down at Lancer before smiling softly as he set him down. "Lancer, we have someone we'd like you to meet." He hummed before walking off, the distant sound of a child coming as Seam fetched them. Jevil seemed extremely excited, he'd never been able to meet this person, so he stood next to Lancer as he grinned softly. "Oh boy, oh boy!" He chirped out as Seam walked back in, a small person cuddled into Seam's chest as her little tail twitched softly. Seam set the little girl down in front of Lancer, looking down at him with a smile. "Lancer, this is Pachil. She's the daughter of Jevil and I." He introduced, the little jester's eyes widening before he grinned softly as he saw the small girl.