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Most people would be curious enough to investigate if they saw a shiny glittering cave.
And Prince Kyle White of Charmington, middle child of Queen Snow White and KIng Florian, Murderer via words for the Stormbringer crew, was no exception. Even if his friends, family, and girlfriend really would have preferred it if he was.
So of course, when Kyle saw said shiny glittering cave when he was traveling on the Stormbringer during his gap year before he started college and saw that he still had a couple of hours to kill before the crew’s next circus performance? Well, he let’s just say that he didn’t exactly hesitate to check it out.
Even if his pet deer, Daisy, did.
Which…was exactly how they found themselves face to face with a giant fricking crab, monster thingy.
“What have we here? It's a sparkly, shiny -wait a minute...It's a human! What are you doing down here in the realms of the monst–”
Which would have scared a normal person… but, well… normal wasn’t the word most people would use to describe Kyle.
“—We’re not in the realms of monsters, actually. We’re in Auradon, unless I missed something important. But go off, I guess.” The brunette cut…him?...it? Them… off.
Earning him a glare from the giant monster crab thingy.
Wait… giant monster crab thingy that could talk…now, why did that sound familiar?
The crab glared down at him. Looking as if it was debating stomping on him.
Oh well, it wouldn’t be the first time someone tried to squish the prince.
“Why are you here?”
Kyle rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, scoffing. “What is this? An interrogation?”
“You’re in my domain. I can interrogate you if I want—”
“—And I could boil you into a nice little dinner if I wanted. I would just need to find a big enough pot.”
The crab narrowed his eyes, raising its pointy little leg “Why you little—”
It was then Daisy took off running back to the ship. Probably done with Kyle ignoring her disapproval, the little traitor.
"—why you overgrown insect—"
"—INSECT? I AM A CRUSTATION!"
"Tamato, Tomato. Tamatoa."
"HOW DARE YOU MOCK ME—"
Kyle picked at his nails, boredly. "Mocking implies that I actually care enough to pay attention to what you're saying."
Kyle quickly dodged the meaty claw that was swung his way, before giving the crab—Tamatoa or Sebastian, if he remembered Moana's stories correctly—an unimpressed look. "Is that the best you got?"