There's nothing more important than mutual complaining, truly.

Said floating sword is now free from the confines of the too large scabbard and being (seemingly telekinetically) leaned up against the wall, tip dipping into the carpet of their room. Scabbard gets plopped next to the sword, too.

"Sounds boring. If that's what rich and fancy people do, who wants to be fancy?" 9S huffs, taking a seat on his bed. "This would be a whole lot more fun if this Prince guy learnt to relax like the rest of us."