The puppy's voice resounded in his ears, and it sounded friendly enough. Trent tried to gather the courage to get up, although he was still pretty damn scared. Trent swallowed, knowing he was still in big trouble, most likely, and very carefully hauled himself into a sitting position using his arms. Avoiding eye contact with the pup, he murmured, S-sorry.
He hadn't a clue that he wasn't allowed or supposed to be hanging around other peoples' houses, nor had he known that this particular house was taken by someone, least of all the King and his son, and possibly others.
I didn't know it was taken, uhm...
Trent sat awkwardly in his optime form, and wiped a strand of hair from his face, gaze still averted to the ground. Even though he felt like the wisest thing to do was run away, he decided instead to give the boy his name so that he'd always know who the criminal that snuck into his home was. I'm Trent.