[And then, with the careful enunciation of reciting something lovingly memorized—]
'Tyger Tyger, burning bright, In the forests of the night; What immortal hand or eye, Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies. Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand, dare seize the fire?’
[He lets that… hang there, for a moment. And then, with a grin, still pressed close to the mic.]
Put your hands up and wish Prompto Argentum a very happy birthday. Also, the young woman in which I gave his precious blue denim jacket to… if you’d please be so kind enough as to return it. Apparently it has sentimental value.
[V moves to step away from the mic, but then draws close again, forgetting a—] Thank you.
[And then steps down from his temporary soapbox. The deed is done.]
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'Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?’
[He lets that… hang there, for a moment. And then, with a grin, still pressed close to the mic.]
Put your hands up and wish Prompto Argentum a very happy birthday. Also, the young woman in which I gave his precious blue denim jacket to… if you’d please be so kind enough as to return it. Apparently it has sentimental value.
[V moves to step away from the mic, but then draws close again, forgetting a—] Thank you.
[And then steps down from his temporary soapbox. The deed is done.]