[What's all that racket, can't you see he's busy grinding his heel into this super dead puddle? Ichimatsu wheels around, shimmying backwards a bit to keep it in time with the beat. And then his eyes widen at that display.]
[That... really cool, freaking awesome display.]
[This guy doesn't look stupid anymore, he looks like a badass.]
[That...]
[That totally pisses Ichimatsu off even more. You fuckin traitor.]
[He stomps forward, possibly intending to start something he can't finish, when an unholy sound of trumpets and screeching strings cuts through the pleasant music like a sour note. Ichimatsu cringes, his hands flying to his ears. Turning sharply, he spots a looming figure peeking through the underbrush at the two of them. The sound of creaking violin strings and bellowing oboes blows hot in its... breath?? Whatever, it's a creepy dude.]
[So he's here, is he? Ichimatsu has no clue who "he" is, but with a creepy aura like that, he's obviously bad news. Ichi's hands drop from his ears, and he gives a nearby slime another rough kick in the approximation of its ass while it's within reach. And then promptly begins cha-cha-ing backwards as a fresh wave of slimes jiggle out from the fronds surrounding their new playmate.]
[Damn... he's not gonna cut it by himself, is he? Fine.]
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[What's all that racket, can't you see he's busy grinding his heel into this super dead puddle? Ichimatsu wheels around, shimmying backwards a bit to keep it in time with the beat. And then his eyes widen at that display.]
[That... really cool, freaking awesome display.]
[This guy doesn't look stupid anymore, he looks like a badass.]
[That...]
[That totally pisses Ichimatsu off even more. You fuckin traitor.]
[He stomps forward, possibly intending to start something he can't finish, when an unholy sound of trumpets and screeching strings cuts through the pleasant music like a sour note. Ichimatsu cringes, his hands flying to his ears. Turning sharply, he spots a looming figure peeking through the underbrush at the two of them. The sound of creaking violin strings and bellowing oboes blows hot in its... breath?? Whatever, it's a creepy dude.]
[So he's here, is he? Ichimatsu has no clue who "he" is, but with a creepy aura like that, he's obviously bad news. Ichi's hands drop from his ears, and he gives a nearby slime another rough kick in the approximation of its ass while it's within reach. And then promptly begins cha-cha-ing backwards as a fresh wave of slimes jiggle out from the fronds surrounding their new playmate.]
[Damn... he's not gonna cut it by himself, is he? Fine.]
Oi, come over here for a second.
[Yeah, he's talking to you, Fancypants.]