you can’t sit with us//
“One, two, three—”
A band begins playing behind you. The massive audience before you erupts in perfectly-timed applause, smiling widely at all of you. Some of you have ended up here, sitting under hot lights and with strange contraptions pointed directly at you, following your every move. A trap? But everyone seems to be having a fun time. Everyone, that is, save for the one unfamiliar face in your ragtag group who is looking quite sullen.
“…That interview was a disaster. The quiz show will be even worse…”
It’s a strange thing, waking up somewhere you’ve no recollection of ever having set foot. Like, it would hardly be the first time for ol’ Azama, but something about this particular stage gives even him pause...
But not for long. Clearly they’re in some kind of limelight, and that’s fine by him. He’s taken stock of his surroundings - more or less, indecipherable as they are - and of his outfit - hello Mr. Dashing! - and it doesn’t seem like there’s anything that’s immediately trying to stab or eat him so.
May as well go with the flow.
The very picture of calm and collected, Azama crosses one leg over the other, interlaces his hands, leans back and grins at Julian.
"Oh ho! I don't know about a disaster," he chimes in, chipper and nonchalant as always. "It looked more like a miniature apocalypse, if you ask me. But chin up, lad! Trust me, you probably can't do much worse in the next bout."
Julian scoffs, but it's with a small smile. "I suppose. One of the perks of playing the himbo, right?"
Playing the... what. Him-beau?
A beautiful man? The monk lifts a brow, highly skeptical.
Naaaah. Azama's much more handsome than this kid, so obviously that isn't what the strange word means. Or is it? Well, just in case, then--
"Hah! Suppose so! And may the best himbeau win, then." He smirks, and with that the youth loses his interest and Azama turns his attention to the rest of the cast. Vaguely familiar mugs, these ones. Dressed in boring suits, and not saying a peep...
Oooh, that won’t do, no sirree.
And so he plots.
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