"You're at the wrong parlor for salvation."

“The Great Djimmi is curious!  Does anyone have any good songs that he should sing?”

SEND IN 🎁 + AN ITEM TO GIVE MY MUSE A CHRISTMAS PRESENT!

@dicey-regrets

“ Ohhh, golly…!! Fresh apple pie’s gotta be one o’th’best gifts ‘ta give someone, I swear!! “

The few guests who didn’t run away in fear rushed outside, from where mr.Hop was calling. Despite being a quite cold night, the man still rocked the scene with his sleeveless clothes, ignoring how much Kiara, next to him, begged for him to put down the mic just for a second to at leats put on a sweater.

“Tonight’s been… quite the night, isn’t it?” he spoke cheerfully, once again in a good mood “It surely didn’t go how we expected. I know I didn’t expect so many casualities.” “–about that, we’re going to pay back whoever got injured due the poison, the fire and… whatever else happened” Kiara quickly added, before letting the host continue his speech.  “However, I know this night brought something to all of us. Some memories we’re going to laugh about soon enough, some new friendships… for someone, some more drama or romance too, I’m quite certain.  And for someone else, some diamonds as well.” 

He laughed heartly, making a single movement with his hand - the signal for Kiara to prepare something.

“Consider that… my official present, I guess. Because for me, along with the aneurysm and the headache you gave me, your joy is the best present Inkwell could bring in this crazy night. I’m Shaggy Hop, and I officially declare the Ball is over.”

And, as soon as he closed the mic, joined by Kiara on his side, some fireworks started to lighten up the dark sky over Isle Three.

“To everyone…” he bowed, followed by the young girl soon afterwards “Thank you for joining me, and have a wonderful night.”

[go to sleep becauase its 2am. i’ll probably write down the finale tomorrow as soon as i get on the computer, so prepare to see it all end from 11am onwards on Rome Timezone. as i said, you all are free to continue the threads anyway, and, once again

Dice doesn’t seem to mind a bit that the flower’s there, failing to tense or negatively react at all. All Cagney gets is a bit of a thinner smile for a moment at the nickname; by the time Dice turns his head around to look the mischievous menace it was somehow even wider. 

The fact that his eyes were glowing green only helped with that effect.

“Missed th’ ‘nouncement, only got bits of gossip myself- but can tell from here even that its gotta be somethin’ fine.” The usually neutral die had hunger in his gaze as it slidback to the fountain as he talked about the treat it held. With a chuckle, he started walking towards it, cracking his knuckles.

… Did Dice not know about the fountain? Was he actually going to eat from it? Cagney suppresses the urge to grin any wider than he already was, so as to not clue the other in on his anticipation. Without so much as a stray chuckle, Cagney loosely crosses his arms, leaning against a nearby wall to watch on.