@simiansmoke | cont.
Leave and the deal's off.
Days of concentrated effort hang on the balance of one belligerent impatient koopa...
His fingers dig into familiar indents etched into the arm of his throne. Despite being rooms apart, his command travels through their enchanted tether. Assurance that the kong's fur does not burst into flame places a toll on him already: a draining magical tax which pulls a strained huff from him. The session is as much practice for him as it is for Donkey, though he refused to let the primate see as much. Sweat swam down his brow as he forced himself to leer up the red carpet.
To etch a path through ancient permafrost would take a monstrous burst of heat. If Donkey can't even handle this session, the whole exchange is pointless. May this torture be the final proof of concept...
It's not hot enough. Show me more...!
Koopas on the outside dump freshly burned coals into the pit. To them, this is an exciting bout of torture the dope. They laugh together, glazed in a giddy excitement. One licked their lips, boldly making eye contact as they allowed a molted rock to fall against Donkey's foot.
"You'd be more useful toasted!" Another added in a laugh. Bowser's temper travels through in a demanding grip around the kong's neck. Insurbordination can never be tolerated.
ROAST THEM.
