As Jack approaches K'pandolu, he pushes a few buttons on his vortex manipulator. A slow big band piece starts to play, something from out of the 1940's on Earth. He playfully reaches out a hand.
[Ales jumps onto a low table next to Tear with an incredible smile, a mix of forced happiness and trolling. If this is meant to embarrass him, he'll drag down the victim with him.]
Alrighty then! Join me in this song and dance, won't you? [That cheery voice he only reserves when he's being passive aggressive combined with his exaggerated gestures does more that make this a spectacle; it's a coping mechanism.]
Are you ready?
[He puts on hand on his hip and the other in the air. Ales bends his knees, moving up and down with the beat.]
I'm a little teapot, short and stout Here is my handle, here is my spout
[You know Ales, that blue weird thing that wears a black jacket everyone like a edgy tryhard? Well now he's wearing a bright red cape straight out of a superhero comic.]
Pardon me, Sheena, but you're been selected to participate in a roleplaying game of ours. Lydia will be the villain threatening you, the hapless victim, while I play the role of the hero.
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