Whether the human would respect his own words or not was a later issue. First was dealing with, like he said, his own problems.
No, not the one concerning the expensive chair. Or the enemies the original prince had added to his collection. Something had to be done about the clingy furball, but that too could wait.
Simply put, none of the pre-existing problems. The new one. The one that came with a very confusing, very full schedule.
Like his job as a teacher. And a class he had to take that was listed in the very first column.
How did he end up with a morning class anyway?
Not the 10 am morning class. An actual 7 am one. The kind he, as in the original prince, didn't even attend as a student.
It was music! After school material–unless it was someone who really liked doing it, then it was their decision.
It wasn't that Reis didn't know that music was as much of a morning practice as anything else. He was well aware.
