[ the pretty stranger breaks his microphone, preventing him from caterwauling his identity to all those present. the microphone tips loosely in his grasp, his dejected little sounds ( what a stick in the mud you are, sir ) the only thing he can muster as he lays it to rest on the edge of the stage. rip microphone, his wonderful attention-grabbing toy. ]
No, I mean what about me isn't there to be a fan of! [ nothing, clearly! he boldly snatches for the hand that's fried his microphone, whether he makes contact with it is up to loki's reflexes -- as he tips forward a little, a quick, shallow bow of greeting. ] Whhh-- uh. Mo Xuanyu. It's my, you know. It's my name. [ not his real name, his aggressive wink suggests ] Are you here to enjoy the festival? I've never seen anything like this.
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[ the pretty stranger breaks his microphone, preventing him from caterwauling his identity to all those present. the microphone tips loosely in his grasp, his dejected little sounds ( what a stick in the mud you are, sir ) the only thing he can muster as he lays it to rest on the edge of the stage. rip microphone, his wonderful attention-grabbing toy. ]
No, I mean what about me isn't there to be a fan of! [ nothing, clearly! he boldly snatches for the hand that's fried his microphone, whether he makes contact with it is up to loki's reflexes -- as he tips forward a little, a quick, shallow bow of greeting. ] Whhh-- uh. Mo Xuanyu. It's my, you know. It's my name. [ not his real name, his aggressive wink suggests ] Are you here to enjoy the festival? I've never seen anything like this.