Room 205, Thursday afternoon

"Mine, mine, mine, all of this is mine!" Kuzco singsonged in his room, spinning around like the drama queen he was. "This ugly bed and this stupidly heavy desk and Rhys's two pair of pants that definitely need a wash--"

He stopped and shook his head. "I rule a nation and this is what I've come down to gloating about? Eh. It's better than nothing!"

And he went back to dancing triumphantly

[OOC: Expecting two, but open!]