It's not easy to find someone so full of color and happiness like that. Especially the eastern parts of Future London. Everything is so extravagant in the city around them, that they decided that looks don't matter. "Look like an ugly slob" they would say. "It doesn't matter, n.o.body cares what trash bags look like on someone" another would whisper. Seeing someone with beautiful eyes, that aren't flat and lifeless, is hard. Ell feels herself being picked up by her soft thighs and brought to kilo's confusingly safe chest. "What would my Princess like to do, hm?" His coa.r.s.e thumb gently lifts her chin to his. "I…" her voice runs off with the midnight London winds. "I have an idea!" Kilo exclaims "How about I spoil you rotten?" Only wanting sleep and to be alone, Ell nods at his decision. Taking the girl upstairs, he sets her on the brown leather chair that takes up a huge s.p.a.ce in the room. Ell, being as short and stubby as she is, sprawls out all across the chair. "I'll be right back, Sweet Pea!" With him prancing off into the kitchen, Ell sits up. His wealth is unrealistic. His idea of "fun" is inhuman. She glances around, worried that this is all a joke and she will be forgotten. Her anxiety shocks as she fiddles with her thumb, tugs on her hoodie strings, anything to help. Her legs shake and quickly go to a stop. Her eyes fill with smoke as she leans her head back. "S...sugar.." her words trail off as she goes pale.

"Princess, Princess!" being shaken by a strong force after what felt like forever, her eyes flutter open. Her eyes are drained of color but are filled with beauty once again. She reaches for a peppermint in her hoodie and starts to practically suck down on it. "My sugar was..." She gives off a small cough "My sugar was really low, I think." Kilos hand go from her chest to her temples on her forehead and brush against them gently. Ell cracks a smile. "How about we get my stuff?" She whispers. About to yell, his voice quiet's to a screaming whisper. "That sounds lovely, babydoll!" Ells mind goes blank but for one thing. "I'm in love with my kidnapper."