“ Look who finally decided to escape from the kids corner and come over to greet me! “ Hand grasped onto the neck of his guitar, swinging it over his shoulder and holding the weight there ; almost as if he was trying to come off as more
intimidating
( there was nothing ‘ intimidating ‘ about a man who entertains children while singing and dancing ) . The sound of his dress shoes clicking on the wood filled her ears, until he jumped downwards from the stage, meeting his full height with her own. “ What do I owe the honor? “
Tall or not- toys are not frightening for the Mangle, tattered jazz shoes muted against the sound of new- updated character shoes. “I didn’t decide anything- I’ve been busy.” Tone clipped && eyes level, it’s only a matter of seconds before the sternness is snapped. “I’m looking for someone- “
