The prince of the Dark Cacao Kingdom was sat in the other room as his father chatted with his fellow cookies. He let out a huff of annoyance, hand rested against his chin. He didn't like sitting here with nothing to do, like he was some sort of child- which, he wasn't! He's 19, practically an adult! He ran his hands through his long hair, tapping his foot impatiently before he decided to get up. No, he would not just sit here and wait. He could probably find something better to do...cookies to meet! Perhaps civilians who need assistance? Hero work, if you will.