Narrator wrote:"Take your time, start at the bits you're less attached to." He quipped back, then turned his attention to Robin. "Hello young lady." He replied, tipping his hat to her.
Robin Stanton wrote:Narrator wrote:"Take your time, start at the bits you're less attached to." He quipped back, then turned his attention to Robin. "Hello young lady." He replied, tipping his hat to her.
"Yo. I have a request almost as gauche as Mr. Narcissism here. Cotton Candy, right here." she says, pointing at her mouth. "Bonus points for loops and swirls, but the relevant part is the sugary goodness, straight to my system."
Leo Eskandari wrote:The couple unknowingly followed close to Robin, Leo entirely distracted by the sights, sounds, and smells bombarding his senses. The way his nose and ears were twitching about made this fact all too obvious.
Robin Stanton wrote:"You tellin' me that spectacle's not advertisement enough? Fine, 15 minutes of cajoling, coercing and cadoodling of customers to this here fine service." she says, twirling around and her torso elongating a good 3 or 4 feet until she's towering over the crowd and swaying in the non-existent breeze, waving her arms around that are turning into wafts of what at least looks like cotton candy.
Narrator wrote:The Candyman laughed at her antics.
"Alright luv, I suppose that trade's fair enough.
Brace yourself!" He replied, readying to aim for her gob while she was up there playing wacky waving inflatable arm man.
Ainsley Green wrote:"Alright... but the Midway is on the honour system with our kind.
Meaning you're not allow to do any feats of strength games." He smirked.
Leo Eskandari wrote: Leo gave an exaggerated sigh, "Oh alright, I guess I'll do it the hard way."
Will Stanton wrote:Will -- well, a Will, at least, who knew how many of the fuckers were planning on coming down here? -- looked more dressed for the beach than a festival, though he pulled it off, somehow. A tatty straw hat, purple flowers ringing it as decoration, hid his mop of green hair; his white tank top provided contrast to the red and gold sarong worn low on his hips.
He walked slowly through the center of the path, checking out the market and the buskers as he strode barefoot through the festival.
Ainsley Green wrote:"That giant fluffy space eater shall be mine."
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